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FROM   THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.    LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON,   D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED   BY   HIM   TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

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DEVOTIONAL   POETEY. 


COLLECTED   AND  ARRANGED  BY 


C .     W .     ANDREWS 


Meto^Yorfc: 

PHOT.  EPISCOPAL  SOCIETY  FOR  THE  PROMOTION 

OF  EVANGELICAL  KNOWLEDGE, 

11    BIBLE    HOUSE,   ASTOR    PLACE. 

1850. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1857,  by 

PROT.    EPIS.    SOCIETY   FOR  THE   PROMOTION 
OP   EVANGELICAL   KNOWLEDGE, 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States  for  the 
Southern  District  of  New- York. 


John  A.  Gray,  Printer  and  Stereotyper, 

Fire-Proof  Buildings,  16  &  18  Jacob  St.,  N.  Y. 


PREFACE 


As  the  following  Hymns  are  not  designed  for  any 
one  purpose  exclusively,  iliej  will  be  found  suitable 
for  many: — most  of  them  for  singing  and  collective 
worship,  and  all  of  them  for  devotional  reading.  None 
of  those  in  the  book  of  Common  Prayer  are  reprinted 
here,  as  they  are  presumed  to  be  already  in  the  hands 
of  those  who  will  purchase  these.  A  growing  demand 
for  more  hymns  for  various  uses  among  our  people  is 
proved  by  the  fact  that  so  many  thousands  of  hymn- 
books  are  being  purchased  by  them  from  private  and 
other  sources.  And  should  the  Church  revise  and 
enlarge  its  Hymnal,  there  will  still  be  many  hymns 
which,  though  properly  omitted  from  such  a  collec- 
tion, would  properly  be  retained  in  one  like  the 
present.  This  work  has  had  the  benefit  of  revision 
by  a  number  of  persons  reputed  to  be  of  most  skill  in 
this  particular  line ;  but  in  the  general,  not  much 
regard  has  been  had  to  modern  criticisms  upon  this 
kind  of  devotional  literature — criticisms  which  would 
scarcely  leave  us  fifty  hymns  in  the  language  having 


4  PREFACE. 

any  other  merit  than  mere  faultlessness.  Our  Christ- 
ian people  in  general,  whether  with  or  without  literary- 
culture,  have  a  different  standard  both  of  taste  and 
judgment,  partly  from  early  and  hallowed  associations, 
and  partly  from  a  deliberate  preference  for  spirit  and 
effectiveness  over  mere  poetical  proprieties,  where  the 
last  can  not  be  had  without  sacrificing  the  first. 

That  many  hymns  might  be  made  better  is  very  con- 
ceivable ;  and  so  of  numerous  translations  of  the  Holy 
Scriptures;  but  there  is  a  general  and  just  aversion  to 
having  this  devotional  literature  given  up  to  endless 
change}  according  to  the  ever-changing  tastes  of  com- 
pilers, whether  acting  in  committees  or  as  individuals. 
The  changes  in  this  work  are  restorations,  or  the 
originals  have  in  general  been  copied,  instead  of  ver- 
sions. 

The  aim  has  of  course  been  to  exclude  hymns 
which  have  no  merit,  either  literary  or  religious,  and 
to  include  those  containing  the  most  condensed  and 
forceful  expression  of  Christian  doctrine  and  Christian 
feeling.  Such  hymns,  in  their  effects  upon  the  soul, 
surpass  all  other  human  writings,  having  a  felicity  of 
application,  and  a  depth  and  concentration  of  mean- 
ing, which  constitute  the  nearest  approach  to  the  Holy 
Scriptures. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS.* 


•     rBAGT3 

I.  God, 21 

II.  Christ, 29 

III.  The  Holy  Ghost, 49 

IT.  The  Gospel  Call  : 

Awakening  and  Inviting, 60 

Y.  The  "Way  of  Salvation, 83 

YI.  Prayer, Ill 

yil.  Praise, 133 

yill.  Christian  Experience  : 

Warfare,  Trials,  Hopes, 144 

IX.  Sanctification, 201 

X.  Missions, 212 

XI.  Death, 221 

XII.  The  Resurrection, 253 

XIIL  Judgment, 2L1 

Xiy.  Heaven  and  Hell. 267 

Xy.  Miscellaneous, 276 

Xyi.  Affliction: 

1.  Severe  Suffering,  Mental  or  Bodily,  . .  359 

2.  In  Sickness, 381 

3.  The  Believer  Submissive  and  Rejoicing,  .  394 

4.  The  Believer  Dying, 401 

5.  When  the  Spirit  has  Fled, 412 

*  From  thy  nature  of  many  hymns  thh  Index  must  necessarily  to 
imperfect 


V, 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


A 

PAGB 

Abide  with  me,  fast  falls  the  eveningtide, 354 

A  debtor  to  mercy  alone, 182 

Again  we  lift  our  voice, 235 

Ah !   I  shall  soon  be  dying, 168 

Ah !  my  dear  Lord,  whose  changeless  love,    337 

Ah  1  whither  should  I  go, Ill 

Ah !  who  can  speak  the  vast  dismay, 63 

Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, ...                  80 

Alas !  how  changed  that  lovely  flower, 238 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 138 

All  ye  that  pass  by, 93 

Along  the  mountain  track  of  life, 349 

Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound, 282 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  Cross, 147 

Am  I  to  this  seclusion  brought, 392 

And  am  I  born  to  die, 221 

knd  am  I  only  born  to  die, 245 

Aad  be  it  so  that  till  this  hour, 150 

Amd  can  I  yet  delay, 106 

A.nd  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain, 104 

And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high, 192 

And  let  our  bodies  part, 301 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 227 

And  must  this  body  die, 246 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year, 286 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory, 30 

Angels  your  march  oppose, 145 

Another  fleeting  day  is  gone, 315 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 108 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven, 325 

Art  thou  acquainted,  O  my  soul, 379 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake, l-. 216 


8  INDEX   OF  FIRST  LINES. 


PAGE 


A  safe  stronghold  our  God  is  still, 357 

Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep, 249 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 92 

Awake  and  sing  the  song, 1-40 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 293 

Awake,  our  drowsy  souls, 253 

B 

Begin,  my  tongue,  the  heavenly  strain, 24 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door, 386 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace, lit 

Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand, 112 

Beyond  fhe  glittering  starry  skies, 44 

Blest  Sabbath  eve !  thy  holy  calm, 32*7 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 81 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 296 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 181 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring, 295 

By  every  means,  in  every  way, 10*7 

By  faith  in  Christ,  I  walk  with  God, 1*76 

By  faith  I  see  my  Saviour  dying, 355 

c 

Call  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 303 

Cease  thou  from  man,  oh !  what  to  thee, 362 

Cease  here  longer  to  detain  me, 23*7 

Centre  of  our  hopes  Thou  art, 209 

Chamber  of  sickness,  much  to  thee  I  owe, 393 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, , 68 

Christian  brethren,  ere  we  part, 300 

Christ  is  the  sure  foundation-stone, 35 

Christ  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms, 368 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground, 155 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 32 

Come,  Holy  G-hosfc,  my  soul  inspire, 51 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, .,.,., 52 


IXDEX  OP  FIRST  LINE*.  9 

PAGE 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire, 50 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind, 50 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 51 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast, 7  7 

Come,  let  us  anew. 29 S 

Come,  let  us  ascend,  my  companion  and  friend, 157 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 233 

Come,  my  fond  fluttering  heart. 336 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 118 

Come  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 275 

Come,  0  thou  Traveller  unknown, ,..  309 

Come,  0  Thou  universal  Good, *  .*• •  365 

Come,  0  ye  sinners,  to  the  Lord. 65 

Come,  sinner,  to  the  Gospel  feast 67 

Come,  Thou  Almighty  King 131 

CoBne,  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 297 

Come  to  the  land  of  peace. .  366 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed, 6Q 

Come,  ye  sinners  poor  and  needy, 91 

Come,  ye  soul3  by  sin  afflicted, 7  0 

Come,  ye  weary  souls  oppressed, 79 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs, 183 

D 

Darkness  overspreads  us  here, 169 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders, 257 

Day  of  wrath,  that  day  of  burning, 295 

Deathless  spirit,  now  arise. 401 

Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made, 7 4 

Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be, 195 

Do  flesh  and  nature  dread  to  die, 404 

Do  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord, 189 

Dwell  not,  my  searching  soul, 333 

E 

Earth  has  engrossed  my  love  too  locg., 292 

1* 


10  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

E 

PAGB 

Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone, ,  326 

Farewell,  0  ye  much-loved  friends, , . . . .  408 

Far  from  the  narrow  scenes  of  night, 268 

Far  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I  flee, 154 

Father,  how  wide  Thy  glory  shines, 2G 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  Thee, 1*11 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 317 

Forever  with  the  Lord, 323 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 202 

For  mercies  countless  as  the  sands, 303 

For  what  shall  I  praise  Thee,  my  God  and  my  Bang,. .  370 

Fountain  of  Grace"  rich,  full,  and  free, 155 

Friend  after  friend  departs, 371 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, '. .  130 

From  my  own  works  at  last  I  cease, 88 

From  pole  to  pole  let  others  roam, 188 

From  sin's  dark  depths,  my  God,  to  Thee, 396 4 

From  the  Cross  uplifted  high, 12 

From  whence  this  fear  and  unbelief, 397 

a 

Gently,  gently,  lay  Thy  rod, 382 

Give  Thy  love,  I  ask  no  more, 208 

Glory,  glory,  everlasting, 331 

Glory  unto  Jesus  be, 102 

God  of  my  life,  to  Thee  I  call, 373 

God  of  my  life !  Thy  boundless  grace, 316 

God  of  pity,  God  of  love, 371 

God  that  madest  heaven  and  earth, 313 

God's  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing, 161 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane,. . . ,  * 43 

Grateful  notes  and  numbers  bring, 139 

H 

Hail,  everlasting  spring, ■ 38 

Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, . . . . , 22 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  H 

PAG3 

Hail,  sovereign  love  that  first  began, 100 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise. 254 

Half  a  wreck  by  tempest  driven. 373 

Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended,. . 229 

Hark,  an  awful  voice  is  sounding,. ...,   ...v 61 

Hark,  a  voice  divides  the  sky. 243 

Hark,  from  the  Cross  a  voice  of  peace. 73 

Hark,  how  the  Gospel  trumpet  sounds, 83 

Hark,  my  soul  it  is  the  Lord, 305 

Hark,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices. 48 

Hark,  ten  thousand  voices  sounding. 263 

Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee, 218 

Hark,  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy, 281 

Hark,  what  mean  these  holy  voices, 31 

Hark,  what  voice  of  love  is  speaking, 210 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 211 

Haste,  my  dull  soul,  arise, , 162 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 41 

Hear,  0  sinner !  mercy  bails  you, 71 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent. 75 

Here  is  my  heart !  my  God,  I  give  it  Thee, 51 

Ho,  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh, 82 

Holy  Lord  God,  I  love  thy  truth, 206 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies, 230 

How  blest  the  state  of  saints  above, 205 

How  happy  are  they, 283 

How  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot. 156 

How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began, 72 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is, Ill 

How  solemn  the  signal  I  hear, 225 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 37 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 2  24 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 190 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 181 


12  INDEX  OF  FIRST   LINES. 

I 

PAGE 

I  asked  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow, 185 

If  death  my  friends  and  me  divide, 243 

If  human  kindness  meets  return, 351 

If  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where, 281 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 406 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, , 99 

I  look  around  me,  all  is  sad, 389 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away, 127 

In  age  and  feebleness  extreme, 230 

In  a  land  of  strange  delight,. 313 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  Thee, 27 

Incarnate  God,  the  soul  that  knows, 369 

In  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise, 115 

In  themselves  as  weak  as  worms, 120 

In  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars, 272 

In  true  and  patient  hope, 153 

In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint, ■ 232 

In  yon  blest  plains  where  Jesus  reigns, 333 

Is  this  the  kind  return, 167 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away, 186 

I  stood  beside  the  dark  death-bed, 406 

It  matters  not  when  fruit  appears, 390 

I  thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did, 178 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep,. 165 

I  would  not  live  alway,  live  alway  below, 346 

j 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 272 

Jesus,  and  didst  Thou  condescend, 381 

Jesus,  at  Thy  command, 279 

Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion, 119 

Jesus  hath  died  that  I  might  live, 151 

Jesus,  I  love  Thy  charming  name, 36 

Jesus'  life  of  grief  and  sorrow, 402 

Jesus  lives,  and  so  shall  I, 160 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  13 

PAG3 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 187 

Jesus,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 401 

Jesus,  my  sorrow  lies  too  deep, 359 

Jesus,  once  numbered  with  the  dead.. . , 2-1-7 

Jesus,  the  Conqueror,  reigns, . .' 217 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee.. ■ 149 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  friend,  to  Thee, 102 

Jesus,  Thou  art  the  sinner's  friend, 290 

Jesus,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness, 95 

Jesus,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me, 211 

Jesus,  Thy  heavenly  grace  impart, 202 

Jesus  where'er  Thy  people  meet, 301 

Join  all  the  glorious  name3, ', .  33 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea. , 93 

Just  o'er  the  grave  I  hung, 159 

K 

Keep  silence,  all  created  things, 23 

Kindred  in  Christ  for  His  dear  sake, 299 

King  of  kings,  and  wilt  Thou  deign, 345 

L 

Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art. 410 

Let  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking. 242 

Let  party  names  no  more, 299 

Let  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road, 287 

Let  us  love  and  sing  and  wonder, 142 

Lie  down  in  peace  to  take  thy  rest, 415 

Life  is  the  hour  that  G-od  hath  given, 64 

Lo,  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 261 

Lo,  He  cometh,  countless  trumpets, 2S2 

Lo,  the  prisoner  is  released, 244 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears, 264 

Long  let  the  breathing  music  float, , 239 

Look  down,  O  Lord  !  with  pitying  eye, 53 

Lord,  at  Thy  feet  in  dust  I  he, 12-4 


14  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

PAG3 

Lord,  fix  a  principle  within, 210 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 49 

Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains, 193 

Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear,   294 

Lord,  in  the  strength  of  grace. 32 7 

Lord  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  Thee, 332 

Lord  Jesus  Christ,  true  man  and  God, 410 

Lord  of  all  power  and  might. '. 387 

Lord  of  my  life,  length  of  my  days, 276 

Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 121 

Lord,  Thou  hast  won,  at  length  I  yield, 113 

Loye  divide,  ail  love  excelling, 207 

M 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb, 255 

Marked  as  the  purpose  of  the  skies, 218 

Many  woes  had  Christ  endured, 46 

Mercy  alone  can  meet  my  case, 105 

Mercy,  0  Thou  Son  of  David, 101 

Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join, 137 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 222 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 174 

My  former  hopes  are  fled, 114 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray, 164 

My  God,  whose  gracious  pity  I  may  claim, 373 

My  hope,  my  all.  my  Saviour  Thou, 184 

My  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all, 40 

My  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done, 158 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 149 

My  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope, 194 

My  sufferings  all  to  Thee  are  known, 367 

My  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 320 

N 

Nay,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go, 130 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more, 89 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  15 

PAGS 

No  war  nor  battle  sound, 29 

Not  for  the  pious  dead  we  weep, 412 

Not  willingly  dost  Thou  afflict, 383 

Now  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein, 109 

Now  let  us  join  with  hearts  and  tongues, loo 

Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime, 226 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song, 25 

Now  rests  her  soul  in  Jesus'  arms, 412 

o 

0  blessed  souls  are  they, 293 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, * 218 

Oh  !  could  I  find  from  day  to  day, 175 

Oh !  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 135 

Oh !  fly,  mourning  sinner,  saith  Jesus  to  me, 107 

Oh !  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 152 

Oh !  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 203 

Oh !  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing, 27 

Oh !  draw  me,  Saviour,  after  Thee, 338 

0  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love, 284 

0  God,  from  whom  my  spirit  came, 372 

0  God !  most  merciful  and  true. 201 

0  God !  our  help  in  ages  past, 287 

0  God !  we  praise  Thee  and  confess. 23 

0  Gcd !  what  am  I  in  thy  sight, 384 

Oh !  had  I  the  wings  of  a  dove, 328 

Oh !  how  I  long  to  reach  my  home, 405 

Oh  1  how  sofc  that  bed  must  be, 382 

Oh !  may  the  great  Redeemers  name, 213 

Oh  !  may  Thy  powerful  word, 145 

O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord,. . .  ♦ 21 

Oh  !  that  I  knew  the  secret  place, 184 

Oh  !  the  delights,  the'  heavenly  joys, 41 

Oh  I  the  hour  when  this  material, 329 

Oh  I  what  a  mighty  change, 271 

Oh !  when  some  tender,  gracious  word, 352 

Oh  I  where  can  the  soul  nud  relief  from  its  woes, 269 


16  INDEX  OF  EIBST  LINES. 

PAGB 

Oh !  wondrous  power  of  faithful  prayer, 126 

I  0  Jesus !  let  Thy  dying  cry, , 204 

0  Jesus  !  source  of  calm  repose, 39 

0  Lord  !  I  put  my  trust  in  Thee, 394 

0  Lord !  my  best  desire  fulfill, 375 

0  Lord  my  God  !  in  mercy  turn, , , 388 

0  Lord !  Thy  work  revive, 53 

0  Mother,  dear  Jerusalem, 213 

0  my  soul !  what  means  this  sadness, 191 

On  earth  the  song  begins, 141 

One  sole  baptismal  sign, 318 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 2G9 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 312 

0  Prince  of  life  !  I  know, 411 

d  sacred  head,  now  wounded, 42 

0  Saviour !  when  Thy  beauteous  feet, 342 

0  Saviour!  whose  mercy  severe  in  its  kindness, 360 

0  silent  Lamb  !  for  me  Thou  hast  endured, 316 

0  Thou  by  long  experience  tried, 151 

0  Thou  from  whom  all  goodness  flows, 289 

0  Thou  Great  Power  in  whom  I  move, 368 

0  Thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight,  ....  196 

0  Thou  that  wouldst  not  have, 124 

0  Thou  whose  mercy  guides  my  way, 364 

0  time !  how  few  thy  value  weigh, 63 

Our  beloved  have  departed, 416 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit, 280 

p 

Parting  soul,  the  floods  await  thee, 224 

Pass  a  few  swiftly  fleeting  .years, 230 

People  of  the  living  God, 312 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 139 

Plead  Thou,  oh !  plead  my  cause, 125 

Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name, 1 34 

Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey, 123 

Prostrate,  deal'  Jesus,  at  thy  feet, 103 


INDEX  OP  .FIRST  LLNTES.  IV 

B 

PAGK 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers, 321 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King, 133 

Rest  from  thy  labor,  rest, 247 

Rise,  daughter  of  Zion,  thy  mourning  is  o'er, 343 

Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise, 339 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 90 

s 

Safely  through  another  week, 27 7 

Saviour,  I  can  welcome  sickness, 400 

Saviour,  once  to  Thee  presented, ».   391 

Saviour,  visit  Thy  plantation. 56 

Saviour,  we  wait  the  day, 223 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within, 76 

See  how  great  a  flame  aspires. 55 

See  the  Eternal  Judge  descending, 258 

Servant  of  God,  well  done, 250 

Show  pity,  Lord  ;  0  Lord  !  forgive, 122 

Shrinking  from  the  cold  hand  of  death, 228 

Since  o'er  Thy  footstool  here  below, 343 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure, 78 

Sinner,  oh !  why  so  thoughtless  grown, 61 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 78 

Soldier,  go,  but  not  to  claim, 199 

Songs  anew  of  honor  framing. 215 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express, m 188 

Sovereign  grace  hath  power  alone, 97 

Spirit  of  truth,  on  this  Thy  day, ^ 54 

Stand  th1  omnipotent  decree, 255 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 176 

Stop,  0  sinner  I  stop  and  think, 84 

Strange  and  mysterious  is  my  life. 170 

Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows. 399 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  Grod,  my  King,..* . ..    318 


18  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

PAoa 

Sweet  the  moments  rich  in  blessing, 198 

Sun  of  my  soul,  my  Saviour  dear, 161 

T 

Take  courage,  0  my  soul !  this  life  which  seems, 381 

Tell  me  of  that  great  Physician, 385 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 259 

That  man  no  guard,  no  weapon  needs, 307 

The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 266 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  Name, 223 

The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 340 

The  Gospel  comes  with  welcome  news, 89 

The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord, 278 

The  hour  of  my  departure's  come, „ 248 

The  Lord  descended  from  above, 23 

The  moment  comes,  the  only  one, 395 

The  praying  spirit  breathe, 117 

The  ransomed  spirit  to  her  home, 322 

The  Saviour,  oh !  what  endless  charms, 35 

The  Son  of  God  is  gone  to  war, 213 

The  voice  of  Free  Grace, 69 

Then  I  have  conquered ;  then  at  last, 414 

There  in  peace  his  dust  is  laid, 417 

There  is  a  fold  where  none  can  stray, 398 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 96 

There  is  a  good  and  pleasant  land, 349 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 233 

There  is  a  place  of  woe  unmixed, 288 

There  is  a  stream  that  maketh  bright, 350 

There  is  a  thoughtcan  lift  the  soul, 319 

They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace, 128 

This  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 297 

This  stone  to  Thee  in  faith  we  lay, 304 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will  not  deplore  thee,  241 

Thou  art  my  hiding-place,  0  Lord, 129 

Thou  comforter  Divine, 55 

Thou  God  of  glorious  majesty,, ...................  173 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES.  19 

PAGE 

Thou  hidden  love  of  G-od,  whose  height, 206 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 257 

Thou,  0  my  Jesus !  Thou  didst  me, 105 

Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 353 

Thy  will  be  done  in  devious  way, 164 

'Tis  not  too  arduous  an  essay, 146 

To-day  if  ye  will  hear  His  voice, S5 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls, 67  ' 

To  God  I  lift  my  eyes, 163 

To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 320 

Tossed  no  more  on  life's  rough  billow, 245 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 45 

tr 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 250 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes, 324 

Urge  on  your  rapid  course, . . . 144 

v 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu, 177 

Tain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear,   62 

w 

Wait,  0  my  soul !  thy  Maker's  will, 362 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 219 

"Watchmen,  onward  to  your  stations, 212 

We  are  pilgrims  on  the  earth, 167 

We're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above, 86 

We  sing  the  praise  of  Him  who  died, 400 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 114 

What  blissful  harmonies  above, 267 

What  sinners  value  I  resign, 308 

What's  this  that  steals, 234 

What  think  ye  of  Christ,  is  the  test, 307 

What  though  time  on  earth  were  over, 338 


20  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

PAGE 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet, 120 

When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, , 179 

When  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 311 

When  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind, 376 

When  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  strong, 254 

When  he  who  from  the  scourge  of  wrong, 348 

When  I  can  trust  my  all  to  God, 363 

When  languor  and  disease  invade, 397 

When  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain, 291 

When,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  be, 209 

When  pining  sickness  wastes  the  frame, 377 

When  shall  we  meet  again, 314 

When  the  last  agony  draws  nigh, 409 

When  this  passing  world  is  done, 384 

When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 60 

Wherefore  should  I  make  my  moan, 239 

Where  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 34 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 64 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun, 289 

Who  can  tell  what  notes  of  sadness, 215 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn, SO 6 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 225 

Why,  O  my  soul !  why  thus  depressed, 365 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die, 404 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace, 180 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around, 364 

Y 

Te  Christian  heralds,  go  proclaim, 212 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men, 80 

Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu, 148 

Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell, 231 

Ye  trembling  captives,  hear, 74 

Ye  virgin  souls  arise 260 

Yes,  the  Redeemer's  gone, a 112 

Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking,  ..,...*...<: 302 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints,, ,,...,...  285 


HYMNS 

AND 

DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


I.  GOD. 

1.  L.M. 

0  HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 
Thou  God  of  hosts  by  all  adored  : 
The  earth  and  heavens  are  full  of  Thee, 
Thy  light,  Thy  power,  Thy  majesty. 

2  Loud  hallelujahs  to  Thy  name, 
Angels  and  seraphim  proclaim  ; 

By  all  the  powers  and  thrones  in  heaven- 
Eternal  praise  to  Thee  is  given. 

3  Apostles  join  the  glorious  throng, 
And  swell  the  loud  triumphant  song ; 
Prophets  and  martyrs  hear  the  sounds 
And  spread  the  hallelujahs  round. 

4  Glory  to  Thee,  O  God  most  high  ! 
Father,  we  praise  Thy  majesty ; 
The  Son,  the  Spirit  we  adore, 
One  Godhead  blest  forevermore. 

Coxdes. 


22       HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


3.  CM. 

HAIL !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Whom  One  in  three  we  know ; 
By  all  Thy  heavenly  host  adored, 
By  all  Thy  Church  below. 


2  One  undivided  Trinity, 

With  triumph  we  proclaim  ; 
Thy  universe  is  full  of  Thee, 
And  speaks  Thy  glorious  name. 


«3  Thee,  holy  Father,  we  confess ; 
Thee,  holy  Son,  adore  : 
Thee,  Spirit  of  truth  and  holiness, 
We  worship  evermore. 


4  The  incommunicable  right, 
Almighty  God,  receive ! 
Which  angel-choirs,  and  saints  in  light, 
And  saints  embodied  give. 


5  Three  persons,  equally  divine, 
We  magnify  and  love : 
And  both  the  choirs  ere  long  shall  join 
To  sing  thy  praise  above. 


6  Hail !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 
(Our  heavenly  song  shall  be,) 
Supreme,  essential  One,  adored 
In  coeternal  Three. 

Wesley 


GOD.  23 


3.  C.M. 

THE  Lord  descended  from  above, 
And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high ; 
And  underneath  His  feet  He  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubim 

Full  royally  He  rode, 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 
And  He,  a  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

4  O  God,  my  strength  and  fortitude ! 

Of  force  I  must  love  thee  : 
Thou  art  my  castle  and  defense, 
In  my  necessity ! 

Sternhold. 


4.  CM. 

KEEP  silence,  all  created  things, 
And  wait  your  Maker's  nod ; 
My  soul  stands  trembling,. while  she  slugs 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 
Hang  on  His  firm  decree ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave — to  he. 


24       HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  Before  His  throne  a  volume  lies, 
With  all  the  fates  of  men, 
With  ev'ry  angel's  form  and  size 
Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 


4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 
And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  op'ning  leaf,  and  ev'ry  stroke, 
Fulfills  some  deep  design. 


Here,  he  exalts  neglected  worms 

To  sceptres  and  a  crown ; 
And  there,  the  following  page  he  turns, 

And  treads  the  monarch  down. 


6  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, ' 

Nor  God  the  reason  gives ; 

Nor  dares  the  fav'rite  angel  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves. 


7  In  Thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 
Oh  !  may  I  find  my  name 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord — the  Lamb. 


Watts 


5.  CM, 

BEGIN,  my  tongue,  the  heavenly  strain ; 
Awake,  my  heart,  and  sing 
The  gracious  work  and  saving  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 


GOD.  25 

2  Tell  of  his  "wondrous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  power  abroad ; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim  salvation  from  the  Lord 

To  wretched,  dying  men  ; 
His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engraved  as  in  eternal  brass, 

The  mighty  promise  shines : 
iSTor  can  the  powers  of  darkness  raze 
Those  everlasting  lines. 

5  Yes,  ev'rv  word  of  grace  is  strong 

As  that  which  built  the  skies ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  start  along, 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

6  Jesus,  unchangeable,  the  same, 

My  confidence,  my  boast ; 
Thou  wilt  not  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

Watts. 


6.  L.M. 

NOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song ! 
Awake  my  soul,  awake  my  tongue, 
Hosanna  to  the  Eternal  Name, 
And  all  Efts  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  His  grace  ; 
God,  in  the  person  of  His  Son, 
Hath  all  His  mightiest  works  outdone. 


26        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

3  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood 
Proclaim  the  wise  and  powerful  God ; 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star. 

4  Grace !  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name ! 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound  ! 

Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground  ! 

5  Oh  !  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  He  unveils  His  lovely  face  ! 
Where  all  His  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  His  name  to  harps  of  gold ! 

"WATT& 


7.  CM. 

FATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines ! 
How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known   through   the    earth  by   thousand 
signs, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies : 
Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow er ; 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

2  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands 

On  all  thy  creatures  writ ; 
They  show  the  labor  of  thy  hands, 

Or  impress  of  thy  feet ; 
But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 

in  their  divinest  forms  : 


GOD.  27 

Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 

The  justice  or  the  grace  : 
Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  ; 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 

And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

Oh !  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  song ! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Who  sweetly  all  agree 
To  save  a  world  of  sinners  lost, 

Eternal  glory  be. 

Watts, 


i 


8.  CM. 

N  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  Thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  Thine  eye. 


2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
The  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 

Before  they're  formed  within  ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word. 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 


28        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

4  O  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  ! 
Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

Wesley. 


9.  CM. 

OGOD  !  we  praise  Thee,  and  confess 
That  Thou  the  only  Lord 
And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  the  earth  adored. 

2  To  Thee  all  angels  cry  aloud, 

To  Thee  the  powers  on  high, 
Both  cherubim  and  seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry : 

3  O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
The  world  is  with  the  glory  filled 
Of  Thy  majestic  sway. 

4  The  apostles'  glorious  company, 

And  prophets  crowned  with  light, 
With  all  the  martyrs'  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  holy  Church  throughout  the  world, 

O  Lord !  confesses  Thee, 
That  Thou  the  eternal  Father  art 
Of  boundless  majesty. 

Patrick. 


CHRIST.  29 


II.  CHRIST. 


THE     INCARNATION, 


10. 


\J~0  war  nor  battle  sound 

IS      "Was  heard  the  world  around  ; 

iSTo  hostile  chiefs  to  furious  combat  ran  ; 

But  peaceful  was  the  night, 

In  which  the  Prince  of  Light 
His  reign  of  peace  upon  the  earth  began. 

2  The  shepherds  on  the  lawn, 
Before  the  point  of  dawn, 

In  social  circle  sat ;  while  all  around, 

The  gentle  fleecy  brood 

Or  cropped  the  flowery  food, 
Or  slept  or  sported  on  the  verdant  ground. 

3  "Whenlo!  with  ravished  ears, 
Each  swam  delighted  hears 

Sweet  music,  offspring  of  no  mortal  hand  ; 

Divinely-warbled  voir 

Answering  the  stringed  noise, 
With  blissful  rapture  charmed  the  listening 
band. 


SO        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4  They  saw  a  glorious  light, 
Burst  on  their  wondering  sight ; 

Harping  in  solemn  choir,  in  robes  arrayed, 

The  helmed  cherubim 

And  sworded  seraphim 
Are  seen  in  glittering  ranks,  with  wings  dis- 
played. 

5  Sounds  of  so  sweet  a  tone 
Before  were  never  known, 

But  when  of  old  the  sons  of  morning  sung, 

While  God  disposed  in  air 

Each  constellation  fair, 
And  the  well-balanced  world  on  hinges  hung. 

•  6  "  Hail,  hail,  auspicious  morn ! 

The  Saviour  Christ  is  born !" 
Such  was  th'  immortal  seraph's  song  sublime. 
"  Glory  to  God  in  heaven  ! 
To  man  sweet  peace  is  given, 
Sweet  peace  and  friendship  to  the  end  of  time." 

Milton. 


11.  III.5. 

ANGELS  from  the  realms  of  glory 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth; 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth. 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 


CHRIST.  31 

God  with  man  is  now  residing : 
Yonder  shines  the  infant  light. 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations  ; 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar  ; 
Seek  the  great  desire  of  nations ; 

Ye  have  seen  His  natal  star. 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

4  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord  descending, 

In  his  temple  shall  appear. 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King, 

5  Sinners,  wrung  with  true  repentance, 

Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains, 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence, 
Mercy  calls  you — break  your  chains. 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

Montgomery, 


12.  III.3. 

HARK  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices 
Sweetly  Bounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  the  angelic  host  rejoices, 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 


32        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story ; 
Hear  them  chant  in  hymns  of  joy  : 
Glory  in  the  highest,  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  "  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found ; 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven!" 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  Christ  is  born,  the  Great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing ! 
Oh !  receive  whom  God  appointed, 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ! 

5  Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  Him ; 

Learn  His  name  and  taste  His  joy ; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  Him  : 
"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high  !» 

Oawood 


18.  III.2, 

(CHRIST,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies — 
J     Christ,  the  true  and  only  Light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night : 
Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near, 
Day-star,  in  my  heart  appear ! 

2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn 
Unaccompanied  by  Thee ; 
Joyless  is  the  day's  return 

Till  Thy  mercy's  beams  I  see — 
Till  they  inward  light  impart, 
Glad  my  eyes  and  warm  my  heart. 

"Wesley. 


CHRIST.  33 


14.  IL4. 

TODnT  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  mortals  ever  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore  ; 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  His  worth — 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 

2  Jesus,  my  great  High-Priest, 

Offered  his  blood  and  died ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 

Xo  sacrifice  beside : 
His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

3  2Ij  great  Almighty  Lord ! 

My  Conqueror  and  my  King ! 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing  ; 
Thine  is  the  power — behold  I  sit 
In  willing  bonds  beneath  Thy  feet. 

4  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice  ; 

His  watchful  eye  shall  keep 
My  wand-ring  soul  among 

The  thousands  of  His  sheep. 
He  feeds  his  flock,  He  calls  their  names, 
His  bosom  bears  the  tender  lambs. 

5  To  this  great  Surety's  hand 

Will  I  commit  my  cause. 
He  answers  and  fulfills 

His  Father's  broken  laws. 
Bthold  my  soul  at  freedom  set, 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt. 


34        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETHY. 
♦ 
6  InTow  let  my  soul  arise, 

And  tread  the  tempest  down ; 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 

To  conquest  and  a  crown. 
A  feeble  saint  shall  win  the  day 
Though  death  and  hell  obstruct  the  way. 

Watts. 


15.  L.M. 

WHERE  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  High-Priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

2  He  who  for  men  their  surety  stood, 
Arid  poured  on  earth  His  precious  blood, 
Pursues  in  heaven  his  mighty  plan, 

The  Saviour  and  the  friend  of  man. 

3  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  on  earth  a  brother's  eye, 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 

He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

4  Our  fellow-sufferer  yet  retains 
A  fellow  feeling  of  our  pains, 
And  still  remembers  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  His  agonies  and  cries. 

5  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  Sorrows  has  a  part. 
He  sympathizes  with  our  grief, 
And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 


CHRIST.  35 

6  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known, 
And  ask  the  aid  of  heavenly  power, 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour. 

Logan. 


16.  CM. 

CHRIST  is  the  sure  foundation-stone, 
Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise, 

2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 

His  saints  adore  His  name ; 
They  rest  their  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

3  The  scribe,  the  Pharisee,  and  priest, 

Reject  him  with  disdain  ; 
Yet. on  this  Rock  the  Church  shall  rest, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood, 

Yet  must  this  building  rise ; 
'Tis  thine  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eves. 


T 


17.  CM. 

HE  Saviour,  oh !  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound ! 
Its  influence  ev'ry  fear  disarms, 

And  spread*  swept  comfort  round. 


36        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  wo. 

3  Oh !  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  Thee  mine  ; 
I  can  not  wish  for  more. 

4  On  Thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  Thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

Steele. 


18.  CM. 

JESUS,  I  love  Thy  charming  name, 
'Tis  music  to  my  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  Thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels  to  Thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  Thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  Thy  name, 

With  my  last  parting  breath ; 
And  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

Doddridge. 


CHRIST.  37 


19.  CM. 


0 


H !  for  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sing 

My  great  Redeemer's  praise ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace  ! 


2  3Iv  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  ail  the  earth  abroad, 
.  The  honors  of  Thy  name. 

3  Jesus  !  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
5Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

Yv'ESLEY. 


H 


20.  C.1 

OW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fears. 


2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
It  calms  the  troubled  brea 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 


38        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  Dear  Name,  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place, 
My  never-failing  treasury,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  By  Thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  denied ; 
Satan  accuses  me.  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

5  Jesus,  my  shepherd,  guardian,  friend, 

My  prophet,  priest,  and  King, 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

6  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

7  Till  then  I  would  Thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath, 
And  may  the  music  of  Thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


Newton. 


21.  II.  4. 


H 


AIL,  everlasting  Spring! 

Celestial  Fountain,  hail ! 
Thy  streams  salvation  bring, 
Thy  waters  never  fail : 
Still  they  endure, 
And  still  they  flow, 
For  all  our  wo 
A  sovereign  cure. 


CHRIST,  39 

Blessed  be  His  wounded  side, 

And  blessed  His  bleeding  heart, 
Wild  all  in  anguish  died 
Such  favors  to  impart : 
His  sacred  blood 
Shall  make  us  clean 
From  ev'iy  sin, 
And  fit  for  God. 


To  that  'dear  source  of  love, 

Our  souls  this  day  would  come ; 
And  thither  from  above, 
Lord,  call  the  nations  home  ; 
Till  Jew  and  Greek, 
With  rapt'rous  songs 
On  all  their  tongues, 
Thy  praise  shall  speak, 

Doddridge. 


o 


22.  II.  3. 

JESUS  !  source  of  calm  repose, 
Thy  like  nor  man  nor  angel  knows, 
Fairest  among  ten  thousand  fair  : 
E'en  those  whom  death's  sad  fetters  bound, 
Whom  thickest  darkness  compassed  round, 
Find  light  and  life  if  Thou  appear. 

Effulgence  of  the  light  divine  ! 
Ere  rolling  planets  knew  to  shine, 

Ere  time  its  ceaseless  course  began : 
Thou,  when  th'  appointed  hour  was  come, 
Didst  not  abhor  the  virgin's  womb, 

But  God  with  God  wast  man  with  man. 


40       HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   FOETHY. 

3  The  world,  sin,  death,  oppose  in  vain ; 
Thou,  by  Thy  dying,  Death  hast  slain, 

My  great  Deliverer  and  my  Gccl ! 
In  vahi  does  the  old  Dragon  rage, 
In  vain  all  hell  its  powers  enga  _ 

Xone  can  withstand  Thy  conq'ring  blooa. 

Wesley. 


i 


28.  L.  IE. 

Y  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all, 

My  praise  shall  climb  to  His  abode ; 
Thee,  Saviour,  by  that  name  I  call, 
The  great  Supreme,  the  mighty  God. 


2  VTithout  beginning  or  decline, 

Object  of  faith,  and  not  of  sense  ; 
Eternal  ages  saw  Him  shine, 
He  shines  eternal  ages  hence. 

-  As  much  when  in  the  manger  laid, 
Almighty  Ruler  of  the 
As  when  the  six  days  work  He  made 
Filled  all  the  morning  stars  with  joy. 

4  Of  all  the  crowns  Jehovah  bears, 
Salvation  is  His  dearest  claim ; 
That  gracious  sound  well  pleased  He  hears, 
And  owns  Immanuel  for  His  name. 

•5  A  cheerful  confidence  I  feel, 

My  well-placed  hopes  with  joy  I  see, 
My  bosom  glows  with  heavenly  zeal 
To  worship  Him  who  died  for  me. 


:-;r.  41 


2-4.  L.  M 


H 


E  lives  !  the  great  Redeemer  lives  ! 

"What  joy  ssurance  gives 

And  now,  before  Lis  Father.  ; 
Plea-7  ■:.  merits  of  His  blood* 


2  Repeated  crimes awa3  jars, 

And  justice,  armed  with  frowns,  appears; 

But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely 

Sweet  mercy  -mile-.-,  and  ail  is  peace. 

3  In  every  dark,  distrustful  hour. 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 

Let  thh  d  lie  dart — 

Th 

4  Great  A  '  Friend  ! 
On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depc 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail. 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  :  svaiL 

Steblb. 


0 


35.  CM. 

H  !  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys. 

The  glories  of  the  place. 
Where  Jc  rlitest  beams 

Of  His  overflowing  grace. 


2  Svreet  majesty  and  awful  love, 
Sit  smiling  on  Flis  brow ; 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above, 
At  humble  distance  bow. 


42        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  This  is  the  man,  th'  exalted  man, 
Whom  we  unseen  adore ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  His  face, 
Our  hearts  shall  love  Him  more. 

Watts. 


36.  II.  6. 

0  SACKED  head !  now  wounded, 
With  grief  and  shame  bowed  down, 
N~ow  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns  Thine  only  crown ; 
O  sacred  head  !  what  glory, 

What  bliss  till  now  was  Thine ; 
But  though  despised  and  gory, 
I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 

2  What  Thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  ; 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  Thine  the  deadly  pain ; 
Lo  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour, 

'Tis  I  deserve  Thy  place. 
Look  on  me  with  Thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  Thy  grace. 

3  The  joy  can  ne'er  be  spoken,  s 

Above  all  joy  beside, 
When  in  thy  body  broken, 

I  thus  with  safety  hide ; 
My  Lord  of  life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 
Beside  Thy  cross  expiring, 

I'll  breathe  my  soul  to  Thee. 


CHRIST.  43 

What  language  shall  I  borrow, 

To  thank  Thee,  clearest  Friend, 
For  this  Thy  dying  sorrow, 

Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
On  !  make  me  Thine  forever, 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never, 

Outlive  my  love  to  Thee. 

If  ever  I  should  leave  Thee, 

O  Jesus  !  leave  not  me  ; 
In  faith  may  I  receive  Thee, 

When  death  shall  set  me  free. 
When  strength  and  comfort  languish, 

And  I  must  hence  depart, 
Release  me  then  from  anguish, 

By  Thine  own  wounded  heart. 

Be  near  when  I  am  dying, 

Then  show  Thy  cross  to  me, 
And  to  my  succor  flying, 

Come,  Lord,  to  set  me  free ; 
These  eyes  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  will  not  move. 
For  he  who  dies  believing, 

Dies  safely  through  Thy  love. 

Paul  Gerhardt * 


G 


37.  III.  2. 

O  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power, 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 

Watch  with  Him  one  bitter  hour : 
Turn  not  from  His  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

*  Translated  by  J.  W.  Alexander. 


U        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned. 
Oh  !  the  wormwood  and  the  gall, 

Oh !  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained. 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss, 
Learn  of  Him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There  adoring  at  His  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time — 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete. 
It  is  finished,  hear  Him  cry. 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  His  breathless  clay. 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom  : 

Who  hath  taken  Him  away  ? 
Christ  is  risen — He  meets  our  eyes  ! 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 

Montgomery. 


28.  C.  M. 

Jesus  seen  of  Angels. 

EYOND  the  glittering  starry  skies, 

Far  as  th'  eternal  hills, 
There  in  the  boundless  worlds  of  light, 

Our  dear  Redeemer  dwells. 


2  Legions  of  angels  round  His  throne, 
In  countless  armies  shine ; 
And  swell  His  praise  with  golden  harps, 
Attuned  to  songs  divine. 


CHRIST.  45 

3  "Hail,  glorious  Prince  of  peace,"  they  cry, 

"  Whose  unexampled  love 
Moved  Thee  to  quit  these  glorious  realms, 
And  royalties  above." 

4  Through  all  His  travels  here  below, 

They  did  His  steps  attend  ; 
Oft  wondering  how,  or  where  at  last, 
The  mystic  scene  would  end. 

5  They  saw  His  heart  transfixed  with  wounds, 

And  viewed  the  crimson  gore  ; 
They  saw  him  break  the  bars  of  death, 
Which  none  e'er  broke  before. 

6  They  brought  His  chariot  from  above, 

To  bear  Him  to  His  throne ; 
Clapped  their  triumphant  wings,  and  cried : 
"The  glorious  work  is  done  !" 

Gregg-. 


29.  L.M. 

'TWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
JL     When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betrayed  Him  to  His  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blessed,  and  brake ; 
What  love  through  all  His  actions  ran ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  He  spake. 


46        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY 

3  "  This  is  my  body  broke  for  sin, 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food :" 
Then  took  the  cup  and  blessed  the  wine , 
"  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 


4  "  Do  this,"  He  cried,  "till  time  shall  end, 
In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  Friend ; 
Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 


Jesus  !  Thy  feast  we  celebrate ; 

We  show  Thy  death,  we  sing  Thy  name, 
Till  Thou  return  and  we  shall  eat 

The  marriage-supper  of  the  Lamb. 

"Watts 


30.  III.  4 


ANY  woes  had  Christ  endured, 

Many  sore  temptations  met, 
Patient  and. to  pains  inured; 

But  the  sorest  trial  yet 
Was  to  be  sustained  in  thee, 
Gloomy,  sad  Gethsemane ! 


Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night ! 

Vengeance,  with  his  iron  rod, 
Stood,  and  with  collected  might, 

Bruised  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God 
See,  my  soul,  the  Saviour  see. 
Prostrate  in  Gethsemane, 


CHRIST.  47 

View  Him  in  that  dark  recess, 

Agonizing,  bathed  in  blood  ; 
View  thy  Maker's  deep  distress, 

Hear  the  cries  and  groans  of  God  : 
Then  reflect  what  sin  must  be, 
Gazing  on  Gethsemane. 


Oh !  what  wonders  love  has  done, 
But  how  little  understood : 

God  well  knows,  and  knows  alone, 
"What  produced  that  sweat  of  blood : 

Who  can  thy  deep  mysteries  see, 

Wonderful  Gethsemane  ? 


5  There  my  God  bore  all  my  guilt : 

This  through  grace  can  be  believed ; 
But  the  torments  which  He  felt 

Are  too  vast  to  be  conceived : 
None  can  penetrate  through  thee, 
Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane. 

6  All  my  sins  against  my  God — 

All  my  sins  against  His  laws- 
Ail  my  sins  against  His  blood — 

All  my  sins  against  His  cause — 
Sins  as  boundless  as  the  sea  ! 
Hide  me,  O  Gethsemane  ! 


Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  almighty  God  of  love, 

Praised  by  all  the  heavenly  host 
In  thy  shining  courts  above — 

We  poor  sinners,  gracious  Three, 

Praise  thee  for  Gethsemane. 


48        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


31.  III.  4. 

HARK,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above ; 
Jesus  reigns  and  heaven  rejoices: 

Jesus  reigns  the  God  of  love. 
See  He  sits  on  yonder  throne ! 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone ; 

Hallelujah,  amen ! 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above  and  gives  it  worth ; 
Lord  of  love,  thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers,  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth ; 
When  we  think  of  love  like  Thine,  g 

Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  forever, 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 
Nothing  from  Thy  love  can  sever 

Those  whom  Thou  hast  made  Thine  own ; 
Happy  objects  of  Thy  grace, 
Chosen  to  behold  Thy  face. 

4=  Saviour,  hasten  Thine  appearing, 

Bring,  oh  !  bring,  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away : 
Then  with  golden  harps  we'll  sing, 
Glory,  glory,  to  our  King. 

Kelly. 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT.  49 


in.  THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 


32.  S.M. 

LORD  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
In  the  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  thy  power. 

2  We  meet  with  one  accord, 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord — 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

3  Like  mighty  rushing  wind, 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind — 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 

4  Spirit  of  life,  explore 

And  chase  our  gloom  away  ; 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more, 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 

5  Spirit  of  truth,  be  Thou 

In  life  and  death  our  guide  ; 
O  Spirit  of  adoption  !  now 
May  we  be  sanctified. 

Montgomery 

3 


50        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


38.  L.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind, 
And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God  ; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  Thou  imparted  to  my  soul 

A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 
Oil !  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame, 
Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 

And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see  : 
Oh !  soothe  and  cheer  each  burdened  heart,. 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  Thee. 

Burder. 


34 r.  Il.M. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  lighten  with  celestial  fire  : 
Thou  the  anointing  Spirit  art, 
Who  dost  thy  sev'n-fold  gifts  impart. 

2  Thy  blessed  unction  from  above 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love ; 
Enable  with  perpetual  light 
The  dullness  of  our  blinded  sight. 

3  Keep  far  our  foes,  give  peace  at  home  ; 
Where  thou  art  guide,  no  ill  can  come ; 
Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee  of  both  to  be  but  one. 


THE   HOLY  SPIRIT.  51 

4  That  through  the  ages  all  along 
This,  this  may  be  our  endless  song ; 
Praise  to  Thy  eternal  merit, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit. 


35.  C.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire — 
This  one  great  gift  impart — 

What  most  I  need,  and  most  desire, 
An  humble,  holy  heart. 

2  Bear  vdtness  that  I'm  born  again, 

My  many  sins  forgiven ; 
Xor  let  a  gloomy  doubt  remain 
To  cloud  my  hope  of  heaven. 

3  More  of  myself  grant  I  may  know, 

From  sin's  deceit  be  free, 
In  all  the  Christian  graces  grow, 
And  live  alone  to  Thee. 


36.  S.  M, 


COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
With  energy  divine, 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  From  the  celestial  hills 

Life,  light,  and  joy  dispel 

And  may  I  daily,  hourly  feel 

Thy  quickening  influence. 


52        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  Melt,  melt  this  frozen  heart, 
This  stubborn  will  subdue  ; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 


Mine  will  the  blessing  be ; 

But  Thine  shall  be  the  praise  ; 
And  unto  Thee  will  I  devote 

The  remnant  of  my  days. 


Hart. 


37.  C.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, 
Let  us  Thy  influence  prove  ; 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire, 
Fountain  of  life  and  love. 

2  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for,  mored  by  Thee, 
The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke ; 
Unlock  the  truth,  Thyself  the  key, 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 


3  Expand  Thy  wings,  celestial  Dove, 

Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night ; 
On  our  disordered  spirits  move, 
And  let  there  now  be  light. 

4  God,  through  Himself,  we  then  shall  know, 

If  Thou  within  us  shine ; 
And  sound,  with  all  Thy  saints  below, 
The  depths  of  love  divine. 

Wesley 


THE   HOLY   SPIRIT.  53 

38.  S.M, 

PKAYEE  FOR  A  REVIVAL. 

OLORD!  Thy  work  revive 
In  Zion's  gloomy  hour ; 
And  let  our  dying  graces  live 
By  Thy  restoring  power. 

2  Oh  !  let  Thy  chosen  few 

Awake  to  earnest  prayer  ; 
Their  solemn  vows  again  renew 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 

3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak, 

Through  lips  of  humble  clay, 
Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break, 
Till  rebels  shall  obey. 

4  Now  lend  Thy  gracious  ear, 

Xow  listen  to  our  cry : 
Oh !  come  and  biing  salvation  near — 
Our  souls  on  Thee  rely. 

Hastings. 


39.  L.  M. 

LOOK  down,  O  Lord  !  with  pitying  eye, 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie ; 
Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughtered  heaps  around. 

2  And  can  these  dead  awake  and  live  ? 
And  can  these  perished  bones  revive  ? 
That,  mighty  God !  to  Thee  is  known  ; 
That  wondrous  work  is  all  Thine  own. 


54        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain, 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But  if  Thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death ; 
Dry  bones  obey  Thy  powerful  voice — 
They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice. 

Doddridge. 


40.  CM. 

SPIRIT  of  Truth !  on  this  Thy  day 
U     To  Thee  for  help  we  cry, 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 

2  We  ask  not,  Lord,  the  cloven  flame, 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone  ; 
But  long  thy  praises  to  proclaim, 
With  fervor  in  our  own. 

3  We  mourn  not  that  prophetic  skill 

Is  found  on  earth  no  more ; 
Enough  for  us  to  trace  Thy  will, 
In  Scripture's  sacred  lore. 

4  We  neither  have  nor  seek  the  power 

111  demons  to  control, 
But  Thou  in  dark  temptation's  hour 
Shalt  chase  them  from  the  soul. 

5  Though  tongues  shall  cease  and  power  decay, 

And  knowledge  empty  prove, 
Do  thou  thy  trembling  servants  stay 
With  faith,  with  hope,  with  love. 


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41.  S.M. 

THOU  Comforter  divine, 
Let  Thy  bright  rays  of  love 
Amidst  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  guide  our  souls  above. 

2  Draw  with  Thy  still  small  voice 

Us  from  each  sinful  way, 
And  bid  the  mourning  soul  rejoice 
Though  earthly  joys  decay. 

3  By  Thine  inspiring  breath 

Make  every  cloud  of  care, 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  Oh !  fill  Thou  every  heart 

With  love  to  all  our  race. 

Great  Comforter,  to  us  impart 

The  fullness  of  Thy  grace. 


s 


42.  III.  1. 

OUTPOURING-     OF    THE     SPIRIT. 

EE  how  great  a  name  aspires, 

Kindled  by  a  spark  of  grace ! 
Jesus'  love  the  nations  fires — 

Sets  the  kingdoms  in  a  blaze. 


2  To  bring  fire  on  earth  He  came, 
Kindled  in  some  hearts  it  is  : 
Oh !  that  all  might  catch  the  flame, 
All  partake  the  glorious  bliss. 


5Q       HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  When  He  first  the  work  begun, 

Small  and  feeble  was  His  day ; 

Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run ; 

Now  it  wins  its  widening  way. 

4  More  and  more  it  spreads  and  grows, 

Ever  mighty  to  prevail ; 
Sin's  strongholds  it  now  o'erthrows — 
Shakes  the  trembling  gates  of  hell. 

5  Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  a  human  hand  ? 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies — 
Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land. 

6  Lo  !  the  promise  of  a  shower 

Drops  already  from  above , 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 
All  the  spirit  of  His  love. 


Wesley 


4=3.  Ill,  6. 

Prayer  for  the  outpouring  of  the  Spirit 

SAVIOUR,  visit  Thy  plantation, 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  Thou  return  again : 
Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high ; 
Lest  for  want  of  Thine  assistance, 
Ev'ry  plant  should  droop  and  die. 


THE    HOLY  SPIRIT.  57 

2  Surely  once  Thy  garden  flourished, 

Ev'ry  part  looked  gay  and  green ; 
Then  Thy  word  our  spirits  nourished, 

Happy  seasons  we  have  seen ! 
But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see ; 
Lord,  Thy  help  is  greatly  needed — 

Help  can  only  come  from  Thee. 

3  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 

Filled  with  zeal,  and  loye,  and  truth  ? 
Old,  yet  green,  like  ancient  cedars, 

Bright  examples  of  our  youth  ? 
Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below  ; 
Some  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted, 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

4  Let  our  mutual  loye  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 
Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  seryant 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares ; 
Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour, 

To  revive  Thy  work  afresh. 

£Ts#roY. 


4,4=. 

"  My  son,  give  me  thine  heart.''1 

TJERE  is  my  heart !  my  God,  I  give  it  Thee ; 
El     I  heard  Thee  call  and  say, 
"  Not  to  the  world,  my  child,  but  unto  me  ;  " 
I  heard  and  will  obey : 
3* 


58        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

Here  is  love's  offering  to  my  King, 
Which  in  glad  sacrifice  I  bring : 
Here  is  my  heart. 

2  Here  is  my  heart !    surely  the  gift,  though 

poor, 
My  God  will  not  despise ; 
Vainly  and  long  I  sought  to  make  it  pure, 

To  meet  Thy  searching  eyes ; 
Corrupted  first  in  Adam's  fall, 
The  stains  of  sin  pollute  it  all : 
My  guilty  heart ! 

3  Here  is  my  heart !  my  heart  so  hard  before, 

Now  by  Thy  grace  made  meet ; 
Yet  bruised  and  wearied,  it  can  only  pour 

Its  anguish  at  Thy  feet ; 
It  groans  beneath  the  weight  of  sin, 
It  sighs  salvation's  joy  to  win : 
My  mourning  heart ! 

4  Here  is  my  heart !  in  Christ  its  longings  end, 

Near  to  His  cross  it  draws ; 
It  says :  "  Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  Friend ! 

Thy  blood  my  ransom  was." 
And  in  the  Saviour  it  has  found 
What  blessedness  and  peace  abound : 
My  trusting  heart ! 

5  Here  is  my  heart !  ah !  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Its  nature  to  renew, 
And  consecrate  it  wholly  as  Thy  home, 

A  temple  fair  and  true. 
Teach  it  to  love  and  serve  Thee  more, 
To  fear  Thee,  trust  Thee,  and  adore  : 
My  cleansed  heart ! 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT.  59 

6  Here  is  my  heart !  it  trembles  to  draw  near 

The  glory  of  Thy  throne  ; 
Give  it  the  shining  robe  Thy  servants  wear, 

Of  righteousness  Thine  own  ; 
Its  pride  and  folly  chase  away, 
And  all  its  vanity,  I  pray  : 
My  humbled  heart ! 

7  Here  is  my  heart !  teach  it,  O  Lord !  to  cling- 

In  gladness  unto  Thee ; 
And  in  the  day  of  sorrow  still  to  sing, 
"  Welcome,  my  God's  decree  :" 
Believing,  all  its  journey  through, 
That  Thou  art  wise,  and  just,  and  true  : 
My  waiting  heart ! 

8  Here  is  my  heart !  O  Friend  of  friend-!   !>u 

near, 
To  make  each  tempter  fly ; 
And  when  my  latest  foe  I  wait  with  fear, 

Give  me  the  victory ! 
Gladly  on  Thy  love  reposing, 
Let  me  say,  when  life  is  closing : 
''Here  is  my  heart ! 

German. 


60        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


IV.  THE   GOSPEL  CALL. 


AWAKENING    AND    INVITING. 


45.  III.  l. 

WHEN*  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 
When  the  death  shades  o'er  thee  spread, 
When  is  finished  thy  career, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 


2  When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  draws  near  the  judgment-day, 
When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
Say,  oh  !  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 


3  When  the  Judge  descends  in  light, 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might, 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear, 
Where,  oh !  where,  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

4  What  shall  soothe  thy  bursting  heart, 
When  the  saints  and  thou  must  part  ? 
When  the  good  with  joy  are  crowned, 
Sinner,  where,  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 


THE   GOSPEL   CALL.  61 

While  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh, 
Quickly  to  the  Saviour  fly  ; 
Then  shall  peace  thy  spirit  cheer ; 
Then  in  heaven  shalt  thou  appear. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


4=6.  III.  3. 

HARK  !  an  awful  voice  is  sounding, 
"  Christ  is  nigh  !"  it  seems  to  say ; 
"  Cast  away  the  dreams  of  darkness, 
O  ye  children  of  the  day!5' 

2  Startled  at  the  .solemn  warning, 

Let  the  earth-bound  soul  arise  ; 

Christ,  her  Sun,  all  sloth  dispelling, 

Shines  upon  the  morning  skies. 

3  Lo  !  the  Lamb  so  long  expected, 

Comes  with  pardon  down  from  heaven  ; 
Let  us  haste  with  tears  of  sorrow, 
One  and  all  to  be  forgiven. 

4  So  when  next  He  comes  with  glory, 

Wrapping  all  the  earth  in  fear  ; 
May  He  then,  as  our  defender, 
On  the  clouds  of  heaven  appear. 

Caswall,  Tr. 


s 


4:7.  L.  M. 

INNER,  oh !  why  so  thoughtless  grown  ? 

Why  in  such  fearful  haste  to  die  ? 
Why  speed  thy  flight  to  worlds  unknown, 

Regardless  of  thy  destiny  ? 


62        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Wilt  thou  defy  the  wrath  of  God, 

Led  on  by  sin's  delusive  dreams  ? 
Madly  despise  the  Saviour's  blood, 
And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3  Sinner,  oh !  lift  thy  thoughts  above, 

And  hear  the  Lord  of  life  unfold 
The  glories  of  His  dying  love — 
Forever  telling,  yet  untold ! 


Watts. 


48.  C.  M. 

TTAIN"  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear, 
T      Repent !  thy  end  is  nigh  ; 
Death,  at  the  farthest,*  can't  be  far— 
Oh  !  think  before  thou  die  ! 

2  Reflect  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  ; 

Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount ! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dread  account  ? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defense, 

His  time  there's  none  can  tell ; 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven — or  to  hell ! 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 

Shall  crawling  worms  consume  : 
But  ah  !  destruction  stops  not  there — ■ 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  To-day  the  Gospel  calls,  to-day, 

Sinner,  it  speaks  to  you  : 
Let  every  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue. 

Hart. 


A 


THE   GOSPEL  CALL.  63 


49.  C.  M. 

II !  who  can  speak  the  vast  dismay 

That  fills  the  sinner's  mind, 
When,  torn  by  death's  strong  hand  away, 

He  leaves  his  all  "behind  ! 


2  Worldings  who  cleave  to  earthly  things, 

But  are  not  rich  to  God, 
Will  feel  that  death  is  full  of  stings, 
And  hell  a  dark  abode. 

3  How  blinded  mortals  fondly  scheme 

For  happiness  below, 
Till  death  destroys  the  pleasing  dream, 
And  they  awake  to  wo. 

4  O  Saviour !  make  us  timely  wise, 

Thy  Gospel  to  attend  ; 
That  we  may  live  above  the  skies, 
When  time  and  life  shall  end. 

Nekton. 


50.  L.  M. 

OTIME  !  how  few  thy  value  weigh, 
How  few  will  estimate  a  day  ! 
Days,  months,  and  years  are  rolling  on, 
The  soul  neglected  and  undone. 

2  In  painful  cares,  or  empty  joys, 
Our  life  its  precious  hours  destroys  : 
Whilst  death  stands  watching  at  our  side, 
Eager  to  stop  the  living  tide. 


64        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY.  - 

3  Was  it  for  this,  ye  mortal  race, 
Your  Maker  gave  you  here  a  place  ? 
Was  it  for  this  His  thoughts  designed 
The  frame  of  your  immortal  mind 

4  For  nobler  cares,  for  joys  sublime, 
He  fashioned  all  the  sons  of  time ; 
Pilgrims  on  earth,  but  soon  to  be 
The  heirs  of  immortality. 


Scott/ 


51.  I"  M. 

LIFE  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given 
To  'scape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven, 
The  day  of  grace  ;  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

2  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue ; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground, 

3  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passed 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

Watts. 


L.  M. 


WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given, 
But  soon,  ah  !  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 


THE  GOSPEL  CALL.  65 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blessed  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  Gospel's  charming  sound  ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh !  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave ; 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 


53.  L.  M. 

COME,  O  ye  sinners !  to  the  Lord, 
In  Christ  to  paradise  restored ; 
His  proffered  benefits  embrace, 
The  plenitude  of  Gospel  grace. 

2  A  pardon  written  with  His  blood  ; 
The  favor  and  the  peace  of  God  ; 
The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense, 
The  mystic  joys  of  penitence ; 

3  The  godly  fear  the  pleasing  smart, 
The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart ; 
The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiven ; 
The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heaven  ; 

4  The  guiltless  shame,  the  sweet  distress, 
The  unutterable  tenderness ; 

The  genuine,  meek  humility ; 
The  wonder,  why  such  love  to  me  ? 


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5  The  o'erwhelming  power-  of  saving  grace, 
The  sight  that  veils  the  seraph's  face  ; 
The  speechless  awe  that  dares  not  move, 
And  all  the  silent  heaven  of  love. 

Doddridge. 


54=.  KM. 

COME,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed, 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  sin,  a  painful  load, 

Oh  !  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad : 
Divine  Compassion,  mighty  Love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  How  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes ; 
Pardon  and  life,  and  endless  peace ; 
How  rich  the  gifts — how  free  the  grace ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept,  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  Thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  Thy  wondrous  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove  ; 
Oh  !  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 

Steele. 


THE   GOSPEL  CALL.  67 


TO-DAY  the  Saviour  calls, 
Ye  wanderers,  come : 
O  ye  benighted  souls ! 
Why  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls ; 

Oh  !  hear  Him  now  ; 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  how. 

3  To-clay  the  Saviour  calls  ; 

For  refuge  fly  ; 
The  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day 

Yield  to  His  power. 
Oh!  grieve  Him  not  away — 
'lis  mercy's  hour. 

Hastings. 


56.  CM. 

COME,  sinner,  to  the  Gospel  feast ; 
Oh  !  come  without  delay  ; 
For  there  is  room  in  Jesus'  breast 
For  all  who  will  obey. 

2  There's  room  in  God's  eternal  love 
To  save  thy  precious  soul ; 
Room  in  the  Spirit's  grace  above 
To  heal,  and  make  thee  whole. 


68       HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  There's  room  within  the  Church  redeemed 

With  blood  of  Christ  divine  ; 
Room  in  the  white-robed  throng  convened, 
For  that  dear  soul  of  thine. 

4  There's  room  in  heaven  among  the  choir, 

And  harps  and  crowns  of  gold, 

And  glorious  palms  of  victory  there, 

And  joys  that  ne'er  were  told. 

5  There's  room  around  thy  Father's  board 

For  thee  and  thousands  more. 
Oh !  come  and  welcome  to  the  Lord  I 
Yes,  come  this  very  hour. 

Huntingdon, 


57. 

CHILD  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Filled  with  dismay, 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 

Yield  thee  to-day. 
Heaven  bids  thee  come 
While  yet  there's  room. 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Hear  and  obey. 

2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Why  will  ye  die  ? 
Come  while  thou  canst  borrow 

Help  from  on  high. 
Grieve  not  that  Love 
Which  from  above, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Would  bring  thee  nigh. 


THE   GOSPEL  CALL.  69 

3  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Where  wilt  thou  flee 
Through  that  long  to-morrow, 

Eternity  ? 
Exiled  from  home, 
Where  wilt  thou  roam  ? 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Where  wilt  thou  flee  ? 


4  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Lift  up  thine  eye 
Heirship  thou  canst  borrow 

In  worlds  on  high  !  « 

To  that  high  home 
Through  Christ  alone, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Swift  homeward  fly. 

Spiritual  Sonos. 


58.  IV.  5. 

THE  yoice  of  Free  Grace 
Cries,  Escape  to  the  mountain  ; 
For  Adam's  lost  race 

Christ  hath  opened  a  fountain. 
For  sin  and  pollution, 

And  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely 
In  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb 

Who  hath  bought  us  our  pardon, 
We'll  praise  him  again 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 


70       HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded, 

To  Jesus  repair ; 
Now  He  calls  you  in  mercy — 

And  can  you  forbear  ? 
Though  your  sins  are  increased 

As  high  as  a  mountain, 
That  blood  can  remove  them 

Which  streams  from  this  fountain. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

3  O  Jesus  !  ride  onward, 

Triumphantly  glorious. 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell, 

Thou'rt  more  than  victorious ; 
Thy  name  is  the  theme 

Of  the  great  congregation, 
While  angels  and  saints 

Raise  the  shout  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

4  With  joy  shall  we  stand 

When  escaped  to  the  shore  ; 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands 

We  will  praise  Him  the  more ; 
We'll  range  the  sweet  fields 
On  the  banks  of' the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation 
Forever  and  ever. 
Hallelujah,  etc. 

Thorney 


59.  III.  5, 

COME,  ye  souls,  by  sin  afflicted, 
Bowed  with  fruitless  sorrow  down ; 
By  the  perfect  law  convicted, 
Through  the  cross  behold  the  crown  ! 

Look  to  Jesus, 
Mercy  flows  through  Him  alone. 


THE   GOSPEL   CALL.  71 

Take  His  easy  yoke,  and  wear  it; 

Love  will  make  obedience  sweet ; 
Christ  will  give  you  strength  to  bear  it, 

While  His  wisdom  guides  your  feet, 
Safe  to  glory, 

Where  his  ransomed  captives  meet. 


60.  III.  5. 

§ 

HEAR,  O  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you ; 
Xow  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls  ; 
Bids  you  haste  and  seek  the  Saviour. 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls : 

Hear,  O  sinner ! 
5Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 


See!  the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 
O'er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread; 

Hark !  the  awful  thunder  rolling, 
Loud  and  louder  o'er  your  head  : 

Turn,  O  sinner ! 
Lest  the  lightning  strike  you  dead. 


Haste,  O  sinner !  to  the  Saviour  ; 

Seek  His  mercy  while  you  may ; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over — 

Soon  your  life  will  pass  away  : 
Haste,  O  sinner ! 

You  must  perish  if  you  stay. 


Reed. 


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61.  L-  M. 

HOW  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 
To  call  in  vain  on  me  ! 
Deaf  to  His  warning  voice,  I  ran 
Through  paths  of  vanity. 

2  He  called  me  when  my  thoughtless  prime 

"Was  early  ripe  to  ill ; 
I  passed  from  folly  on  to  crime, 
And  yet  He  called  me  still. 

3  He  called  me  in  the  time  of  dread, 
*         When  death  was  full  in  view ; 

I  trembled  on  my  feverish  bed, 
And  rose  to  sin  anew. 

4.  My  struggling  will  by  grace  control, 
Renew  the  broken  vow ; 
That  blessed  light  breaks  on  my  soul, 


My  God  I  hear  Thee  now 


Heber. 


62  III.  2. 

FROM  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravished  ear  : 
"  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Come,  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

2  "  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne, 
Why  beneath  thy  burthens  groan  ! 
On  my  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owes  the  ransom  paid  ; 
Bow  the  knee  and  kiss  the  Son ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 


THE   GOSPEL  CALL.  73 

"Spread  for  thee  the  festal  board, 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  pressed, 
Yet  again  a  child  confessed, 
Never  from  His  house  to  roam  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 


"  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end; 

Lo  !  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend, 

Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 

Up  to  my  eternal  home ; 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come."     * 

Hawes. 


63.  L.  M. 

HARK !  from  the  cross  a  voice  of  peace 
Bids  Sinai's  awful  thunders  cease ; 
?mner,  that  voice  of  love  obey, 
Fr  m  Christ  the  true,  the  living  way. 


2  How  else  His  presence  wilt  thou  bear, 
When  He  in  judgment  shall  appear — 
When  slighted  love  to  wrath  shall  turn, 
And  all  the  earth  like  Sinai  burn  ! 


Now  from  the  cross  a  voice  of  peace 
Bids  Sinai's  awful  thunders  cease  ; 
O  sinner!  while  'tis  called  to-day, 
That  voice  of  Sovereign  Love  obey. 

4 


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64:.  L.  M. 

EEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made : 

Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas  !  is  nature's  aid, 

The  work  exceeds  her  utmost  power. 


2  But  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found ! 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 
To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  forever  fry  ? 

3  There  is  a  great  Physician  near ; 

Look  up,  O  fainting  soul !  and  live ; 
See,  in  His  heavenly  smiles  appear 
Such  help  as  nature  can  not  give. 

4  See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood 

Life,  health,  and  bliss,  abundant  flow : 
5Tis  only  that  dear,  sacred  flood 
Can  ease  thy  pain  and  heal  thy  wo. 

Steele. 


65.  S.  M. 

YE  trembling  captives  hear, 
The  Gospel  trumpet  sounds ; 
No  music  more  can  charm  the  ear, 
Or  heal  your  heartfelt  wounds. 

2  'Tis  not  the  trump  of  war, 
Nor  Sinai's  awful  roar ; 
Salvation's  news  it  spreads  afar, 
And  vengeance  is  no  more. 


THE    GOSPEL   CALL.  15 

3  Forgiveness,  love,  and  peace, 

Glad  heaven  aloud  proclaims, 
And  earth  the  Jubilee's  release 
With  eager  rapture  clahns. 

4  Far,  far  to  distant  lands 

The  saving  news  shall  spread, 
And  Jesus  all  His  willing  bands 
In  glorious  triumph  lead. 


H 


66.  HI.  2. 

EARTS  of  stone  !  relent,  relent, 

Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued; 
See  His  body,  mangled,  rent, 

Covered  with  a  gore  of  blood  ! 
Sinful  soul !  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Crucified  God's  only  Son ! 

Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Driven  the  nails  that  fixed  Him  there, 

Crowned  with  thorns  His  sacred  head, 
Pierced  Him  with  the  bloody  spear, 

Made  His  soul  a  sacrifice — 

While  for  sinful  man  He  dies. 


Wilt  thou  let  Him  bleed  in  vain — 
Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue  ? 

Open  all  his  wounds  again, 

And  the  shameful  cross  renew  ? 

No  !  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part, 

Break,  oh!  break,  my  bleeding  heart ! 


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s 


67.  L.  M. 

AY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul, 

Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 


2  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call ; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind ; 
That  call  thou  mayst  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  hardened,  self-destroying  men ; 
Ye,  who  persist  His  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  His  voice  again. 

5  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  ; 
Oh !  shouldst  thou  grieve  Him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

Hydb, 


68.  HI.  5. 

SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence,  oh!  how  tender? 
Every  line  is  full  of  love ; 

Listen  to  it: 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 


THE   GCSPEL   CALL.  77 

Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel 
Xews  from  Ziorrs  King  proclaim, 

To  each  rebel  sinner,  pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  His  name ! 

Glorious  tidings  ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  His  name. 

Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor, 
Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears, 

And  with  news  of  consolation 
Chase  away  the  failing  tears  : 

Tender  heralds, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  ? 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon, 

Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 
Can  you  slight  it, 

Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

O  ye  angels !  hovering  round  us, 
Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way, 

Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay  : 

Rebel  sinners, 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 


i 


Allen. 


69.  C.  M. 

(^OME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
J     A  thousands  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 


78       HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  His  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  His  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I'll  tell  Him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

Without  His  sovereign  grace. 


4  "  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 
Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives  ; 
Perhaps  He  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 


5  "  Perhaps  He  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 


E.  Jones. 


70.  III.  L 


SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure  ? 
Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 


THE   GOSPEL   CALL.  79 

2  See,  His  mighty  arm  is  bared  ! 

Awful  terrors  clothe  His  brow ; 

For  His  judgment  stand  prepared, 

Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  His  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth,  affrighted,  hastes  to  flee  ; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax — 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Who  His  advent  may  abide  ? 

You,  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide 

When  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  ? 

5  Lord  prepare  us  by  thy  grace  ! 

Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath, 
And  our  souls  be  called  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 

6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 

Listen  to  the  Gospel  voice, 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above, 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 

Newton. 


71.  IIL1. 

■ 

COME,  ye  weary  souls  oppressed, 
Find  in  Christ  the  promised  rest ; 
On  Him  all  your  burdens  roll. 
He  can  wound,  and  He  make  whole. 

2  Ye  who  dread  the  wrath  of  God, 
Come  and  wash  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
To  the  Son  of  David  cry, 
In  His  word  He's  passing  by. 


80       HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  Naked,  guilty,  poor,  and  blind, 
All  your  wants  in  Jesus  find  ; 
This  the  day  of  mercy  is, 
Now  accept  the  proffered  bliss. 


De  Courcy. 


72.  II.  4. 

YE  dying  sons  of  men, 
Immerged  in  sin  and  wo, 
The  Gospel's  voice  attend, 

Which  Jesus  sends  to  you: 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 

No  vain  excuses  frame ; 
He  bids  you  come  to  day, 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame  ; 
All  things  are  ready,  sinners,  come ! 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  Compelled  by  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wandering  souls  draw  near. 
Christ  calls  you  from  above — 

His  charming  accents  hear ! 
Let  whosoever  will,  now  come  , 
In  mercy's  arms  the.re  still  is  room. 

BODEN 


73. 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  He  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 


THE   GOSPEL   CALL.  81 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  clone 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 

And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  His  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

5  But  floods  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

Watts 


74=.  II.  4, 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  ; 
The  gladly  solemn  sound 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home ! 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  by  His  blood 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim : 
The  year,  etc. 
4* 


82        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY, 

3  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above, 
Come,  take  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year,  etc. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year,  etc. 

5  The  Gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pard'ning  grace  ; 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near ; 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face  ; 
The  year,  etc. 

6  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad : 
The  year  of  jubilee  has  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

TOPLADY. 


75.  L.  M. 

HO  !  every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh, 
>Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race  ; 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy : 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  Gospel  grace. 

2  Ye  nothing  in  exchange  can  give ; 
Leave  all  ye  have  and  are  behind ; 
Freely  the  gift  of  God  receive  ; 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 


THE   GOSPEL  CALL.  83 

See  from  the  rock  a  fountain  rise  ; 

For  you  in  healing  streams  it  flows  ; 
Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  price, 

Ye  lab'ring,  burdened,  sin-sick  souls. 


Come  to  the  living  waters,  come  ! 

Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  voice  ; 
Return,  ye  weary  wanderers,  home, 

And  in  redeeming  love  rejoice. 

Wesley 


76. 

HARK,  how  the  Gospel  trumpet  sounds ! 
Through  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds, 
And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
Is  bringing  sinners  home  to  God ; 
And  guides  them  safely  by  His  word 
To  endless  day. 

2  Hail,  all-victorious,  conq'ring  Lord  ! 
By  all  the  heavenly  host  adored ; 
Who  undertook  for  fallen  man, 

And  brought  salvation  through  Thy  name ; 
That  we  with  Thee  might  live  and  reign 
In  endless  day. 

3  Fight  on,  ye  conq'ring  saints,  fight  on ! 
And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won, 
Then  palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  His  kingdom  have  a  share, 
And  crowns  of  glory  you  shall  wear 

In  endless  dav. 


84       HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4  There  we  shall  in  sweet  chorus  join, 
And  saints  and  angels  all  combine 
To  sing  of  His  redeeming  love, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move ; 
And  that  shall  be  the  theme  above, 
In  endless  day. 

Medley 


77.  II.  6. 

STOP,  O  sinner !  stop,  and  think, 
Before  you  further  go  ! 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
Once  again  we  charge  you,  stop ! 

For  unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you  are  aware  you  drop 
Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  His  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  He  breaks  His  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

When  He  judgment  shall  proclaim, 
And  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Pale-faced  death  will  quickly  come, 

To  drag  you  to  his  bar ; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom 

Will  fill  you  with  despair ; 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  a  blood-crimson  dye  ; 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply  ? 


THE   GOSPEL   CALL.  85 

4  Though  your  heart  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass  : 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Though  they  now  despise  His  grace,) 
"  Rocks  and  mounntains  on  us  fall 
And  hide  us  from  His  face." 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope 

You  may  His  mercy  know, 
Though  His  arm  is  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow : 
'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died, 

Sinners  He  invites  to  come  ; 
None  who  come  shall  be  denied, 

He  says,  "  There  still  is  room." 

Newton, 


78.  L.  M, 

The  Yov/ng  inxitcd. 

TO-DAY,  if  ye  will  hear  His  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice  ; 

Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

2  Ye  wand'ring  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
Say,  will  you  be  forever  blessed  ? 
Will  you  be  saved  from  sin  and  hell  ? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  ? 

3  Come  now,  dear  youth,  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 


86        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

4  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  His  name — 
For  yet  His  love  remains  the  same — 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

5  Leave  all  your  sports  and  glittering  toys, 
Come,  share  with  us  eternal  joys ; 

Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell  ? 
Then,  dear  young  friends,  a  long  farewell 


79. 

WE  're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above, 
Will  you  go? 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love, 

Will  you  go  ? 
Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road, 
Will  you  go  ? 

2  We  're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

Will  you  go  ? 
In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  His  name, 

Will  you  go  ? 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share, 

Will  you  go  ? 

3  We  are  going  to  join  the  heavenly  choir, 

Will  you  go  ? 

To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre, 

Will  you  go  ? 


THE   GOSPEL  CALL.  8? 

There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing, 
Hosanna  to  their  God  and  King, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 
Will  you  go  ? 

4  Ye  weary,  heavy-laden,  come, 

Will  you  go  ? 
In  the  blest  house  there  still  is  room, 

Will  you  go? 
The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive, 
If  thou  wilt  on  Him  now  believe, 
Thy  troubled  conscience  He'll  relieve. 

Come,  believe. 

5  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain, 

Will  you  go  ? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again, 

Will  you  go  ? 
'The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me, 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see ; 

Come  to  me." 

6  Oh  !  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, 

I  will  go, 
I  '11  go  while  yet  'tis  called  to-day, 

Let  me  go ! 
My  old  companions,  fare  you  well, 
I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell, 
With  Jesus  Christ  I  mean  to  dwell, 

Let  me  go !  fare  you  well. 


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V.  THE  WAY  OF  SALVATION. 


80.  L.M. 

FROM  my  own  works  at  last  I  cease, 
For  God  alone  can  give  me  peace ; 
Fruitless  my  toil,  and  vain  my  care, 
Of  my  own  strength  I  must  despair. 

2  Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal ; 
I  see  my  sins,  but  can  not  feel 
True  sorrow,  till  Thy  Spirit  show 
My  unbelief,  the  source  of  woe.    . 

3  'Tis  Thine  alone  to  change  this  heart ; 
Thou  only  canst  good  gifts  impart ; 

I  therefore  will  ray  heart  resign 

To  Thee  :  oh  !  cleanse,  and  seal  it  Thine. 

4  With  humble  faith  on  Thee  I  call, 
My  light,  my  life,  my  Lord,  my  all ; 
I  wait  the  moving  of  the  pool ; 

I  wait  the  word  that  makes  me  whole. 


Speak,  gracious  Lord,  my  sickness  cure, 
Make  my  infected  nature  pure ; 
Peace,  righteousness,  and  joy  impart, 
And  give  Thyself  unto  my  heart. 

Moravian, 


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81.  L.  M. 

"VTO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more, 
li      Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes,  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  Thy  Son. 

2  Now  trusting  to  His  sacred  name, 

What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  loss  ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  His  cross. 

3  Yes  ;  and  till  death  I  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Oh  !  may  my  soul  be  found  in  Him, 
And  of  His  righteousness  partake  ! 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  approach  before  Thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  answer  Thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

"Watts 


82.  CM. 

THE  Gospel  comes  with  welcome  news 
Of  pardon,  full  and  free  ; 
Their  various  schemes  while  others  choose, 
Saviour,  we  come  to  Thee. 

2  Of  merit  never  can  we  speak, 
For  merit  have  we  none  ; 
But  justified  for  Jesus'  sake, 
We're  saved  by  grace  alone. 


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3  'Twas  grace  our  wayward  hearts  first  won, 
5Tis  grace  that  holds  us  fast ; 
Grace  will  complete  the  work  begun, 
And  save  us  at  the  last. 


4  Then  shall  our  souls  with  rapture  trace 
The  love  that  set  us  free, 
And  celebrate  redeeming  grace 
Through  all  eternity 

Kelly. 


83.  III.  2. 

ROCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  : 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  Thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  Thy  laws'  demands ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress ; 
Helpless,  come  to  Thee  for  grace ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 
Wash  me,  Jesus,  or  I  die. 


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While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death  ; 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 

Toplady. 


84:.  HI-    5. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  saye  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power  ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  ISTow,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  you  nigh  : 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger  ; 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream : 
All  the  fitness  He  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him ; 

This  He  gives  you  : 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall, 

If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Xot  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 


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5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  Him  ! 
Hear  Him  cry,  before  He  dies, 

" It  is  finished!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice-? 

6  Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending, 

Pleads  the  merits  of  His  blood  ; 
Venture  on  Him,  venture  freely ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  joined  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blissful  courts  of  heaven 

Sweetly  echo  with  His  name  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 


Har-c 


85.  II.  1. 

AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 
And  knew  not  where  to  go  ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  sink  in  endless  wo. 

2  Amazed  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near. 
I  strove,  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain  ; 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 


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When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head, 

A  vast,  oppressive  load. 
Alas !  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  feel  the  wrath  of  God ! 

The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Xazareth  passed  that  way, 

And  felt  His  pity  move — 
The  sinner,  by  His  justice  slain, 
Now  by  His  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

Ookum. 


86. 

A  LL  ye  that  pass  by, 
Zx     To  Jesus  draw  nigh — 
To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  should  die  ? 
Your  ransom  and  peace, 
Your  surety  He  is  ; 
Come  see  if  there  ever  was  sorrow  like  His. 

2  For  what  you  have  done 

His  blood  must  atone  ; 
The  Father  hath  punished  for  you  His  dear 
Son: 


94        HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

The  Lord,  in  the  day 
Of  His  anger,  did  lay 
Your  sins  on  the  Lamb,  and  He  bore  them 
away. 

S  For  you,  and  for  me, 

He  prayed  on  the  tree  ; 
The  prayer  is  accepted,  the  sinner  is  free : 

That  sinner  am  I, 

Who  on  Jesus  rely, 
And  come  for  the  pardon  God  can  not  deny. 

4  My  pardon  I  claim, 
For  sinner  I  am ; 

A  sinner  believing  in  Jesus's  name  : 

He  purchased  the  grace 

Which  now  I  embrace  ; 
O  Father !  thou  know'st  He  has  died  in  my 
place. 

5  Love  moved  Him  to  die, 
On  this  I  rely ; 

My  Saviour  hath  loved  me,  I  can  not  tell  why. 

But  this  thing  I  find, 

We  two  are  so  joined  ; 
He'll  not  be  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind, 

6  With  joy  we  approve 
The  plan  of  His  love, 

A  wonder  to  all  both  below  and  above : 

When  time  is  no  more, 

We  still  shall  adore 
That  ocean  of  love  without  bottom  or  shore. 


THE  WAY  OF  SALVATION.  95 

87.  L.  M. 

The  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

JESUS,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  take  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea, 

"  Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me." 


3  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
While  through  Thy  blood  absolved  I  am 
From  sin's  tremendous  curse  and  shame. 


4  Thus  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 
Thus  all  the  armies  bought  with  blood, 
Saviour  of  sinners,  Thee  proclaim, 
Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  I  am. 


5  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
Xo  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 


6  Oh  !  let  the  dead  now  hear  Thy  voice — 
Bid,  Lord,  Thy  banished  ones  rejoice : 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

ZlXZENDORF. 


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88.  C,  M. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Imnianuel's  veins, 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  theif  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
"Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stamm'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

6  Lord,  I  believe  Thou  hast  prepared, 

Unworthy  though  I  be, 
For  me  a  blood-bought  rich  reward, 
A  golden  harp  for  me. 

?  'Tis  strung,  and  tuned  for  endless  years, 
And  formed  by  power  divine, 
To  sound  in  God  the  Father's  ears 
No  other  name  but  Thine. 

Cowper. 


_ 


THE  WAT  OF  SALVATION.  97 


89.  III.  1. 

O  OVEREIGjST  grace  hath  power  alone 

0  To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone  ; 
And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 


2  When  the  Lord  was  crucified, 
Two  transgressors  with  Him  died  ; 
One,  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue, 
Scoffed  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 


3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath, 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death  ; 
Perished,  as  too  many  do, 
With  a  Saviour  in  his  view. 


4  But  the  other,  touched  with  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case  ; 
Faith  received  to  own  his  Lord, 
Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorred. 


5  "  Lord,"  he  cries,  "  remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be  :" 
"  Soon  with  me,"  the  Lord  replies, 
"  Thou  shalt  rest  in  Paradise." 


6  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed ; 
Grace  bestowed  in  time  of  need ! 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name; 
You  will  find  Him  still  the  same. 

Newtom. 


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90. 

JUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 
Save  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God !  I  come. 


2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  Thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God !  I  come. 


3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fighting  within,  and  fears  without, 
O  Lamb  of  God !  I  come. 


4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind ; 
Light,  riches,  healing  for  the  mind — 
Yes,  all  I  need  in  Thee  I  find : 

O  Lamb  of  God !  I  come. 


5  Just  as  I  am,  Thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  forgive : 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God !  I  come. 


6  Just  as  I  am — Thy  love  unknown, 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now  to  Thine  arms — Thine  arms  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God !  I  come. 

Elliott. 


1 


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91. 

LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 

The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load. 


2  I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  His  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

3  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus ; 

All  fullness  dwells  in  Him  ; 
He  healeth  my  diseases, 
He  doth  nry  soul  redeem. 

4  I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 
He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 

5  I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 
His  name  is  spread  abroad. 

6  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild ; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 
The  Father's  holy  Child. 

7  I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 

To  sing  with  saints  His  praises, 

And  learn  the  angel  song. 

H.   BONAB. 


100     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


92.  L.  M. 

HAIL  !  sovereign  Love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  ; 
Hail !  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding-place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  built  the  sky, 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high ; 
Despised  the  mansions  of  His  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding-place. 

3  Enwrapt  in  dark,  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light ; 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 

Secure  without  a  hiding-place. 

4  But  lo  !  the  eternal  counsel  ran, 
Almighty  love  arrest  the  man ; 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 
And  found  I  had  no  hiding-place. 

5  Vindictive  justice  stood  in  view ; 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew ; 

But  justice  cried,  with  frowning  face, 
This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place. 

m  But  lo  !  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy's  angel  soon  appeared ; 
Who  led  me  on  a  pleasing  pace, 
To  Jesus  Christ,  my  hiding-place. 

7  On  Him  Almighty  vengeance  fell, 

Which  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell ; 
He  bore  it  for  His  chosen  race, 
And  thus  became  the  hiding-place. 

Brewer. 


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93.  III.  3, 

MERCY,  O  thou  Son  of  David  !» 
Thus  the  blind  Bartimeus  prayed  : 
"  Others  by  Thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  Thine  aid." 


2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  called  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 
Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will. 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  "begging  used  to  live  ; 
But  he  asked,  and  Jesus  granted, 
Alms  which  none  but  He  could  give. 

4  "  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness ; 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day !" 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness, 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  Oh !  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishiug  to  all  around  : 
u  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 


"  Oh !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  Him, 
And  would  be  advised  by  me  ! 

Surely  they  would  hasten  to  Him ; 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 

Newton 


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94r.  III.  1. 

GLORY  unto  Jesus  be  ! 
From  the  curse  He  set  us. free  : 
All  our  guilt  on  Him  was  laid, 
He  the  ransom  fully  paid. 

2  All  His  glorious  work  is  done ; 
God's  well  pleased  in  His  Son  ; 
For  He  raised  Him  from  the  dead ; 
Christ  now  reigns,  the  Church's  head. 

3  His  redeemed  His  praise  show  forth, 
Ever  glorying  in  His  worth ; 
Angels  sing  around  the  throne — 

"  Thou  art  worthy,  Thou  alone  !" 

4  Ye  who  love  him,  cease  to  mourn, 
He  will  certainly  return ; 

All  His  saints  with  Him  shall  reign ; 
Come,  Lord  Jesus,  come  !  Amen. 


95.  L.  M, 

JESUS,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  Thee, 
Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee  ; 
Weary  of  earth,  myself  and  sin — 
Open  Thine  arms  and  take  me  in. 

2  Pity  and  save  my  sin-sick  soul, 

'Tis  Thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole  ; 
Dark,  till  in  me  Thine  image  shine, 
And  lost  I  am  till  Thou  art  mine. 


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3  At  length  I  own  it  can  not  be, 
That  I  should  fit  myself  for  Thee ; 
Here  now  to  Thee  I  all  resign, 
Thine  is  the  work  and  only  Thine. 

4  What  shall  I  say  Thy  grace  to  move  ? 
Lord,  I  am  sin,  but  Thou  art  love ; 

I  give  up  every  plea  beside — 
*  Lord,  I  am  lost,  but  Thou  hast  died. 

Wesley. 


96.  C.  M, 

PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus  !  at  Thy  feot,. 
A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upward  to  the  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead, 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears  but  those  which  Thou  hast  shed- 
No  blood,  but  Thou  hast  spilt. 

4  Think  of  Thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord, 

And  all  my  sins  forgive  : 
Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 

Stennett. 


104     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


97. 

AND  can  it  be  that  I  should  gain 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood  ; 
Died  He  for  me  who  caused  His  pain — 
For  me,  who  Him  to  death  pursued  ? 
Amazing  love,  how  can  it  be, 
That  Thou,  my  Lord,  should  die  for  me  ? 


* 


2  'Tis  mystery  all !     The  Immortal  dies  ; 

Who  can  explore  this  strange  design  ? 
In  vain  the  first-born  seraph  tries 

To  sound  the  depths  of  love  divine. 
'Tis  mercy  all !     Let  earth  adore, 
Let  angel-minds  inquire  no  more. 

3  He  left  his  Father's  throne  above, 

So  free,  so  infinite  His  grace, 
Emptied  Himself  of  all  but  love, 

And  bled  for  Adam's  helpless  race. 
'Tis  mercy  all  immense  and  free, 
For  O  my  God !  it  found  out  me. 

4  Long  my  imprisoned  spirit  lay, 

Fast  bound  in  sin  and  nature's  night ; 
Thine  eye  diffused  a  quickening  ray — 

I  woke,  the  dungeon  beamed  with  light, 
My  chains  fell  off,  my  heart  was  free, 
I  rose,  went  forth,  and  followed  Thee. 

5  No  condemnation  now  I  dread ; 

Jesus,  and  all  in  Him,  is  mine. 
Alive  in  Hhn,  my  living  Head, 

And  clothed  in  righteousness  divine  j 
Bold  I  approach  the  eternal  throne, 
And  claim  the  crown  through  Christ  mv  own. 


THE   WAY   OF   SALTATION.  105 


98.  CM. 

THOU,  O  my  Jesus !  Thou  didst  ine 
Upon  the  cross  embrace ; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear. 
And  manifold  disgrace. 

2  And  griefs  and  torments  numberless 

And  sweat  of  agony, 
Yes,  death  itself;  and  all  for  one, 
That  was  Thine  enemy. 

3  Then,  why,  O  blessed  Jesus  Christ ! 

Should  I  not  love  Thee  well  ? 
Not  for  the  hope  of  vanning  heaven, 
Nor  of  escaping  hell. 

4  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught, 

Not  seeking  a  reward  ; 
But  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 
O  ever-loving  Lord ! 

5  E'en  so  I  love  Thee  and  will  love, 

And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing  ; 
Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 

F.  Xavier. 


99.  C.  M, 


MERCY  alone  can  meet  my  case  : 
For  mercy,  Lord,  I  cry  ; 
Jesus, Redeemer,  show  Thy  lace. 
In  mercy,  or  I  die. 

5* 


106     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Save  me,  for  none  beside  can  save  ; 

At  Thy  command  I  tread, 
With  failing  steps,  life's  stormy  wave  ; 
The  wave  goes  o'er  my  head. 

3  I  perish,  and  my  doom  were  just. 

But  wilt  Thou  leave  me  ?     No ! 
I  hold  Thee  fast,  my  hope,  my  trust ; 
I  will  not  let  Thee  go. 

4  To  Thee,  Thee  only  will  I  cleave ; 

Thy  word  is  all  my  plea ; 
That  word  is  truth,  and  I  believe — 
Have  mercy,  Lord  on  me. 

Montgomery. 


100.  S.  M, 

AND  can  I  yet  delay 
My  little  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 
For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield ! 

I  can  hold  out  no  more: 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compelled, 
And  own  Thee  conqueror  ! 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake, 

My  friends,  my  all  resign : 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  oh  !  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  Thine ! 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove  : 
Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul, 
With  all  Thy  weight  of  love. 


THE  WAY  OF  SALTATION.  lot 

My  one  desire  be  this, 

Thy  only  love  to  know, 
To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 

No  other  good  to  know. 

Wesley. 


B 


101.  C.  M. 

The  Great  Change. 

Y  every  means,  in  every  way, 
My  soul  shall  seek  the  Lord ; 

At  home,  abroad,  by  night,  by  day, 
Till  He  His  grace  afford. 

2  Does  He  retire  ? — I'll  still  pursue, 

And  mend  my  heavy  pace, 
Till  with  rejoicing  eyes  I  view 
His  lovely,  smiling  face. 

3  I  with  His  people  will  attend, 

Expecting  Him  to  see ; 
Jesus,  my  Saviour  and  my  friend, 
Oh !  come  and  visit  me  ! 

4  Were  I  of  all  the  world  possessed, 

I  would  the  whole  resign, 
If  I  might  only  once  be  blest, 
And  say  that  Thou  art  mine. 


102.  IV.  4. 

OH !  fly,  mourning  sinner,  saith  Jesus  to  me, 
Thy  guilt  I  will  pardon — thy  soul  I  will  free ; 
From  the  chains  that  have  bound  thee  my 

grace  shall  release, 
And  thy  stains  I  will  wash  and  thy  sorrows 
shall  cease. 


108     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Too  long,  guilty  wanderer,  too  long  hast  thou 

been 
In  the  broad  road  of  ruin,  in  bondage  to  sin ; 
Thee  the  world  has  allured,  and  enslaved,  and 

deceived, 
While  my  counsel  thou  spurned  and  my  Spirit 

hast  grieved. 

3  Though  countless  thy  sins,  and  though  crimson 

thy  guilt, 
Yet  for  crime  such  as  thine  was  my  blood 

freely  spilt ; 
Come,  sinner,  and  prove  me ;  come,  mourner, 

and  see 
The  wounds  that  I  bore,  when  I  suffered  for 

thee. 


4  Thou  doubt'st  not  my  power,  denv  not  mv 
will; 
Come  needy,  come  helpless,  thy  soul  I  will 

fill; 
My  mercy  is  boundless  ;  no  sinner  shall  say 
That  he  sued  at  my  feet,  but  was  driven  away. 

Christian  Lyre. 


103.  II.  4. 

ARISE,  my  soul,  arise, 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears : 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  His  hands. 


THE   WAY   OF  SALTATION.  .    109 

He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

• 
Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary  ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  plead  for  me. 
Forgive  him,  oh  !  forgive,  they  cry, 
IS'or  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die  ! 

The  Father  hears  Him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  one  ; 
He  can  not  turn  away 

The  presence  of  His  Son. 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me,  I  am  born  of  God. 

My  God  is  reconciled, 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear, 
He  owns  me  for  His  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 

Wesley. 


±04=.  II.  3. 

Y[OW  I  have  found  the  ground  wherein 
ii     Sure  my  soul's  anchor  may  remain  ; 
The  wounds  of  Jesus,  for  my  sin 

Before  the  world's  foundations  slain ; 
Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay, 
When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled  away. 


110  .  IIYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY 

2  Father,  Thine  everlasting  grace 

Our  scanty  thought  surpasses  far ; 
Thy  heart  still  melts  with  tenderness, 

Thy  arms  of  love  still  open  are 
Returning  sinners  to  receive, 
That  mercy  they  may  taste,  and  live. 

8  O  love,  thou  bottomless  abyss ! 

My  sins  are  swallowed  up  in  Thee ; 
Covered  is  my  unrighteousness ; 

Nor  spot  of  guilt  remains  on  me, 
While  Jesus'  blood,  through  earth  and  skies, 
Mercy,  free,  boundless  mercy,  cries. 

4  By  faith,  I  plunge  me  in  this  sea, 

Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
Hither,  when  hell  assails,  I  flee  ; 

I  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast ; 
Away,  sad  doubt  and  anxious  fear, 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

5  Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er  my  head, 

Though  strength,  and  health,  and  friends  be 
gone, 
Though  joys  be  withered  all  and  dead, 

Though  every  comfort  be  withdrawn, 
On  this  my  steadfast  soul  relies  : 
Father,  Thy  mercy  never  dies. 

6  Fixed  on  this  ground  will  I  remain, 

Though  my  heart  fail,  and  flesh  decay ; 
This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain, 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away ; 
Mercy's  full  power  I  then  shall  prove, 
Loved  with  an  everlasting  love. 

Web  let. 


A 


THE  WAT  OP  SALVATION.  m 

105.  S.  M. 

Submission. 

H !  whither  should  I  go, 

Burdened,  and  sick,  and  faint ; 
To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show, 
And  pour  out  rny  complaint  ? 


2  My  Saviour  bids  me  come  ; 

All !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  Him  I  stay. 

3  What  is  it  keeps  me  back, 

From  which  I  can  not  j)art  ? 
Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 
Possession  of  my  heart  ? 

4  Jesus  !  the  hindrance  show, 

Which  I  have  feared  to  see  ; 
And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  back  from  Thee. 

5  Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 

Thy  saving  power  display ; 

Into  its  darkest  corner  shine 

And  take  the  veil  away. 


TVESLEY. 


106.  CM 

Yielding. 

HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is ! 
Our  sin,  how  deep  its  stains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  souls 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 


112     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word: 
Ho !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief: 
I  would  believe  Thy  promise,  Lord ! 
Oh !  help  my  unbelief. 

4  To  the  blessed  fountain  of  Thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  guilty  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

Into  Thy  arms  I  fall ; 
Be  Thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 


Watto 


107.  S.  M. 

YES,  th,e  Redeemer's  gone 
To  appear  before  our  God  ; 
To  sprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  His  atoning  blood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  ; 
If  justice  calls  for  sinners'  blood, 
The  Saviour  shows  His  own. 

3  Before  His  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  suit  He  moves  ; 
The  Father  lays  His  thunder  by, 
And  looks,  and  smiles,  and  loves. 


THE   WAY  OF  SALTATION.  113 

4  N ow  may  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  Maker's  honors  sing  ; 
Jesus,  the  priest,  receives  our  songs, 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

5  We  bow  before  His  face, 

And  sound  His  Tories  high: 
Hosanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 
Who  lays  His  thunders  by. 

6  On  earth  Thy  mercy  reigns, 

And  triumphs  all  above : 
But,  Lord !  how  weak  our  mortal  strains 
To  speak  immortal  love ! 

Watts. 


108.  II.  L 

LORD,  thou  hast  won,  at  length  I  yield ; 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 

Surrenders  all  to  Thee  ; 
Against  Thy  terrors  long  I  strove, 
But  who  can  stand  against  Thy  love  ? 
Love  conquers  even  me. 

2  All  that  a  wretch  could  do,  I  tried ; 
Thy  patience  scorned,  Thy  power  defied, 

And  trampled  on  Thy  laws  ; 
Scarcely  Thy  martyrs  at  the  stake, 
Could  stand  more  steadfast  for  Thy  sake, 

Than  I  in  Satan's  cause. 

3  But  since  Thou  hast  Thy  love  revealed, 
And  shown  my  soul  a  pardon  sealed, 

I  can  resist  no  more ; 
Could- st  Thou  for  such  a  sinner  bleed  ? 
Canst  Thou  for  such  a  rebel  plead  ? 

I  wonder  and  adore ! 

Xewton. 


114      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

109.  S.  M. 

MY  former  hopes  are  fled, 
My  terror  now  begins  ; 
I  feel,  alas  !  that  I  am  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah!  whither  shall  I  fly? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar ; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  impending  doom  : 
But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimmering  from  afar  ; 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  Sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way ; 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 

Oowper. 


110.  III.  5. 

The  Surrender. 

WELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 
Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  : 
Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender  ; 

Every  power  and  thought  be  Thine, 

Thine  entirely, 
Through  eternal  ages  Thine. 


TRE  WAY  OF  SALVATION.  H5 

2  Known  to  all  shall  be  Thy  mansion, 
Earth  and  hell  will  disappear ; 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 
When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near  : 

Shout,  O  Zion  ! 
Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here ! 


T 


111.  IV.  3. 

Saved  by  Grace. 

X  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and  praise, 

Ye  pilgrims  for  Zion  who  press, 
Break  forth  and  extol  the  great  Ancient  of 
days, 
His  rich  and  distinguishing  grace. 

2  His  love,  from  eternity  fixed  upon  you, 

Broke  forth  and  discovered  its  flame, 
When  each  with  the  cords  of  His  kindness 
He  drew, 
And  brought  you  to  love  His  great  name. 

3  Oh !  had  not  He  pitied  the  state  you  were  in, 

Your  bosoms  His  love  had  ne'er  felt ; 
You  all  would  have  lived,  would  have  died 
too  in  sin, 
And  sunk  with  the  load  of  your  guilt. 

4  What  was  there  in  you  that  could  merit  es- 

teem, 
Or  give  the  Creator  delight  ? 
'Twas  "Even   so,  Father,"    you  ever   must 

sing, 
"  Because  it  seemed  good  in  Thy  sight." 


116      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

5  'Twas  all  of  Thy  grace  we  were  brought  to 

obey; 
While  others  were  suffered  to  go 
The  road  which  by  nature  we  chose  as  our 
way, 
That  leads  to  the  regions  of  wo. 

6  Then  give  all  the  glory  to  His  holy  name, 

To  Him  all  the  glory  belongs  ; 
Be  yours  the  high  joy  still  to  sound  forth  His 
fame, 
And  crown  Him  in  each  of  your  songs. 


PRAYER.  117 


VI.  PKAYEK. 


112.  S.M. 

BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace  ! 
The  promise  calls  me  near  ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  That  rich  atoning  blood, 

Which  sprinkled  round  I  see, 
Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God 
An  all-prevailing  plea. 

3  My  soul,  ask  what  thou  wilt, 

Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold  ; 
Since  His  own  blood  for  thee  He  spilt, 
What  else  can  He  withhold  ? 

Newton, 


113.  S.  M. 


THE  praying  spirit  breathe, 
The  watching  power  impart ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath 
Call  off  my  anxious  heart ; 


118     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

2  My  feeble  mind  sustain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  oppressed ; 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  rest. 

3  Swift  to  my  rescue  come, 

Thine  own  this  moment  seize ; 
Gather  my  wand'ring  spirit  home, 
And  keep  in  perfect  peace. 

4  Suffered  no  more  to  rove 

O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arrest  the  prisoner  of  Thy  love, 
And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

Wesley. 


114=.  III.  1. 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  > 
He  Himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  His  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin  : 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin ; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt, 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 

There  Thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 


PRAYER.  119 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

6  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 

Newton. 


115.  III.  3. 

JESUS,  full  of  all  compassion, 
Hear  Thy  humble  suppliant's  cry ; 
Let  me  know  Thy  great  salvation, 
See,  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 

2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 

Overwhelmed  with  helpless  grief, 
Prostrate  at  Thy  feet  repenting, 
Send,  oh  !  send  me  quick  relief! 

3  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying, 

But  to  Him  who  comfort  gives  ? 
Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  Him  who  ever  lives  ? 


Saved  !  the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 
Through  the  shining  realms  above ; 

Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 
All  enraptured  with  Thy  love. 

TURNBE. 


120     JITMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


116.  L.  M. 

WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight — 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words  ?     Ah !  think  again. 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
"  Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for  me." 

Cowpbr. 


i 


117.  III.  1. 

N"  themselves  as  weak  as  worms, 
How  can  poor  believers  stand, 

When  temptations,  foes,  and  storms 
Press  them  close  on  every  hand  ? 


PRAYER.  121 

2  Weak  indeed  they  feel  they  are, 

But  they  know  the  throne  of  grace ; 
And  the  God  who  answers  prayer, 
Helps  them  when  they  seek  His  face. 

3  Though  the  Lord  awhile  delay, 

Succor  they  at  length  obtain ; 
He  who  taught  their  hearts  to  pray, 
Will  not  let  them  cry  in  vain. 

4  Wrestling  prayer  can  wonders  do, 

Bring  relief  in  deepest  straits  ; 
Prayer  can  force  a  passage  through 
Iron  bars  and  brazen  gates. 

Newton 


118.  C.  M, 

LORD,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 
With  reverence  and  with  fear ; 
Though  dust  and.  ashes  in  Thy  sight, 

We  may,  we  must  draw  near : 
We  perish  if  we  cease  from  prayer, 

Oh !  grant  us  power  to  pray  ; 
And,  when  to  meet  Thee  we  prepare, 
Lord,  meet  us  by  the  way. 

2  Burdened  with  guilt,  convinced  of  sin, 
In  weakness,  want,  and  wo, 
Fightings  without,  and  fear  within, 

Lord,  whither  shall  we  go  ? 
God  of  all  grace,  we  come  to  Thee, 

For  broken,  contrite  hearts  : 
Give  what  Thine  eye  delights  to  see, 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts. 
6 


122     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  Give  deep  humility — the  sense 

Of  godly  sorrow  give — 
A  strong  desiring  confidence 

To  see  Thy  face  and  live  ; 
Faith  in  the  only  sacrifice 

That  can  for  sin  atone, 
To  cast  our  hopes,  to  fix  our  eyes, 

On  Christ — on  Christ  alone  ; 

4  Patience  to  watch,  and  wait,  and  weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay — 
Courage,  our  fainting  souls  to  keep, 

And  trust  Thee,  though  Thou  slay : 
Give  these,  and  then  Thy  will  be  done  ; 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might, 
We  by  Thy  Spirit,  through  Thy  Son, 

Shall  pray,  and  pray  aright. 

MONTGOMER 


S 


119.  L.  M- 

HOW  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord !  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  Thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee  ? 


2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  Thy  grace : 
Great  God,  Thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  Thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  Oh  !  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here,  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offenses  pain  my  eyes. 


PRATER.  123 

4  My  lips,  with  shame,  my  sins  confess, 
Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  Thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  Thee  just,  in  death  : 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 

Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  Thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

"Watts. 


120.  Ik  M. 

PRAYER  was  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 

2  And  shall  we  in  dead  silence  lie, 

When  Christ  stands  waiting  for  our  prayer. 
My  soul,  thou  hast  a  Friend  on  high, 
Arise  and  try  your  interest  there. 

3  If  pains  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay, 
If  guilt  deject,  or  sins  distress, 
The  remedy's  before  thee — pray. 

4  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak ; 

Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame, 
Pray,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak, 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

Hart. 


124      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POJflTHT. 


131.  S.M. 

OTHOTT,  that  would'st  not  have 
One  wretched  sinner  die, 
Who  diedst  Thyself  my  soul  to  save 
From  endless  misery ! 
Show  me  the  way  to  shun 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe, 
That  when  Thou  comest  on  Thy  throne, 
I  may  with  joy  appear. 

2  Thou  art  Thyself  the  way; 
Thyself  in  me  reveal ; 
So  shall  I  spend  my  life's  short  day 
Obedient  to  Thy  will : 
So  shall  I  love  my  God, 
Because  He  first  loved  me, 
And  praise  Thee  in  Thy  bright  abode, 
To  all  eternity. 

Wesley, 


122.  C  M. 

IORD,  at  Thy  feet  in  dust  I  lie, 
J     And  knock  at  mercy's  door  ; 
With  humble  heart  and  weeping  eye, 
Thy  favor  I  implore. 

2  On  me,  O  Lord  !  do  Thou  display 
Thy  rich,  forgiving  love  ; 
Oh  !  take  my  heinous  guilt  away, 
This  heavy  load  remove. 


PRAYER.  125 

3  Without  Thy  grace  I  sink  oppressed 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Oh !  give  my  troubled  spirit  rest, 
And  all  my  fears  dispel. 

4  'Tis  mercy,  mercy,  I  implore  ; 

Oh !  may  Thy  bowels  move ; 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  Thou  Thyself  art  love. 

5  Should  I  at  last  in  heaven  appear, 

To  join  Thy  saints  above, 
I'll  shout  that  mercy  brought  me  there, 
And  sing  Thy  bleeding  love. 

Browne. 


123. 

PLEAD  Thou,  oh  !  plead  my  cause  ; 
Each  self-excusing  plea 
My  trembling  soul  withdraws, 

And  fiies  to  Thee  : 
When  justice  rears  her  throne, 
Ah !  who,  save  Thee  alone, 
May  stand  ?  O  spotless  One ! 
Plead  Thou  my  cause. 

2  Ah !  plead  not  aught  of  mine 
Before  Thine  altar  thrown  ; 
Fragments — when  all  is  Thine — 

All — all  thine  own  : 
Thou  see'st  what  stains  they  bear  ; 
Oh  !  since  each  tear,  each  prayer, 
Hath  need  of  pardon  there — 
Plead  Thou  my  cause. 


126     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  With  lips  that  dying  breathed 

Blessings  for  words  of  scorn  ; 
With  brow  where  I  had  wreathed 

The  piercing  thorn ; 
With  breast  to  whose  pure  tide 
He  did  the  weapon  guide  ; 
Who  hath  no  home  beside — 
Plead  Thou  my  cause. 

4  Plead  when  the  tempter's  art, 

To  each  fond  hope  of  mine, 
Denies  this  faithless  heart 

Can  e'er  be  thine. 
If  slander  whisper,  too, 
The  sin  I  never  knew, 
Thou  who  could'st  urge  the  true— 
Plead  Thou  my  cause. 

5  Oh !  plead  my  cause  above  ; 

Plead  Thine  within  my  breast ; 
Till  there,  thy  faithful  Dove 

Shall  build  her  nest. 
Thou  know'st  this  will  how  frail, 
Thou  know'st,  though  language  fail, 
My  soul's  mysterious  tale — 
Plead  Thou  my  cause. 


o 


124r.  II.  2. 

H  !  wond'rous  power  of  faithful  prayer, 
What  tongue  can  tell  the  almighty  grace  ? 

God's  hands  or  bound  or  open  are, 
As  Moses  or  Elijah  prays ; 

Let  Moses  in  the  spirit  groan, 

And  God  cries  out,  "  Let  me  alone  ! 


PRAYER.  127 

2  "  Let  me  alone,  that  all  niy  wrath 

May  rise,  the  wicked  to  consume  ! 
While  justice  hears  thy  praying  faith. 

It  can  not  seal  the  sinner's  doom. 
My  Son  is  in  my  servant's  prayer, 
.And  Jesus  pleads  with  me  to  spare." 

3  Oh  !  blessed  word  of  Gospel  grace, 

Which  now  we  for  our  Israel  plead, 
A  faithless  and  backsliding  race, 

Whom  Thou  hast  out  of  Egypt  freed  : 
Oh  !  do  not,  then,  in  wrath  chastise, 
Nor  let  Thy  whole  displeasure  rise. 

4  Father,  we  ask  in  Jesus'  name — 

In  Jesus'  power  and  spirit  pray — 
Divert  Thy  vengeful  thunder's  aim, 

Oh  !  turn  Thy  threatening  wrath  away  ; 
Our  guilt  and  punishment  remove, 
And  magnify  Thy  pardoning  love. 

5  Father,  regard  Thy  pleading  Son, 

Accept  His  all-availing  prayer, 
And  send  a  peaceful  answer  down, 

In  honor  of  Thy  Surety  there, 
Whose  blood  proclaims  our  sins  forgiven, 
And  speaks  Thy  rebels  up  to  heaven. 

Wesley, 


125.  C.  M. 

LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away, 
From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 


128     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore  ; 
My  cares  and  sorrows  all  to  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  And  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

Browxe, 


126.  III.  1. 

THEY  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace. 
Find  that  throne  in  every  place  ; 
If  we  live  a  life  of  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

2  In  our  sickness  and  our  health, 
In  our  want,  and  in  our  wealth. 
If  we  look  to  God  in  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

3  When  our  earthly  comforts  fail, 
When  the  woes  of  life  prevail, 
*Tis  the  time  for  earnest  prayer  ; 
God  is  present  everywhere. 


PRAYER.  129 

4  Then,  my  soul,  in  every  strait, 
To  Thy  Father  come  and  wait ; 
He  will  answer  every  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 


127.  a  m. 

rpiIOU  art  my  hiding-place,  O  Lord  ! 
i      In  Thee  I  fix  my  trust, 
Encouraged  by  Thy  holy  word, 
A  feeble  child  of  dust. 

2  I  have  no  argument  beside, 
I  urge  no  other  plea, 
And  'tis  enough — the  Saviour  died, 
The  Saviour  died  for  me. 

o  When  storms  of  fierce  temptation  beat, 
And  furious  foes  assail, 
My  refuge  is  the  mercy  seat, 
My  hope  within  the  veil. 

4  From  strife  of  tongues  and  bitter  words, 

My  Spirit  flies  to  Thee  ; 
Joy  to  my  heart  the  thought  affords — 
My  Saviour  died  for  me. 

5  And  when  Thy  awful  voice  commands 

This  body  to  decay, 
And  life,  in  its  last  lingering  sands, 
Is  ebbing  fast  away  ; 

6  Then,  though  it  be  in  accents  weak, 

My  voice  shall  call  on  Thee, 
And  ask  for  strength  in  death  to  speak — 
"  My  Saviour  died  for  me." 

R  A  FFLE& 

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130     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


128.  L.  M. 

FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet, 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  Oh !  may  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still ; 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat 
Ere  I  forget  the  mercy- seat. 

5  There,  there  on  eagles'  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more  ; 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
While  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

Stowell. 


129.  III.  1. 


¥TAY  !  I  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
JLi      Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow  ; 
Do  not  turn  away  Thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 


PRAYER.  13  3 

Once  a  sinner  near  despair, 
Sought  Thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer ; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free — 
Lord !  that  mercy  came  to  me. 


3  Many  days  have  passed  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen  ; 
Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now ; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  Thou  ? 


4  Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need — 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead ; 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  Thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 


5  Xo !  I  must  maintain  my  hold  ; 
'Tis  Thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  ; 
I  can  no  denial  take, 
Since  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

Newton 


130. 

Prayer  to  the  Trinity. 


COME,  Thou  Almighty  King ! 
Help  us  Thy  name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise. 
Father !  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 


122     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

2  Come,  Thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword, 

Our  prayer  attend: 
Come,  and  Thy  people  bless, 
And  give  Thy  word  success, 
Spirit  of  holiness ; 

On  us  descend. 

3  Come,  holy  Comforter ! 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour  ! 
Thou  who  Almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power ! 

4  To  the  great  Trinity 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore ! 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity, 

Love  and  adore. 


PRAISE.  133 


VII.   PRAISE. 


131.  II.  4. 

REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King  ; 
Your  God  and  King  adore  : 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore  ; 
Lift  up  your  heart3,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

2  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  reigns 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 
When  He  had  purged  our  stains, 

He  took  His  seat  above  ; 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  can  not  fail — 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven  ; 
The  keys  of  earth  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given ; 
Lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

4  He  sits  at  God's  right  hand 

Till  all  His  foes  submit, 
And  bow  to  His  command, 

And  fall  beneath  His  feet ; 
Lift  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice  ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 


134     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

5  I  te  all  His  foes  shall  quell, 

And  all  our  sins  destroy ; 
Let  every  bosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy  ; 
lift  up  your  hearts,  lift  up  your  voice ; 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

6  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come, 
And  take  His  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  ; 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  arch-angel's  voice, 
The  6rump  of  God  shall  sound — rejoice  ! 

Wesley. 


132. 

RAISE  ye  Jehovah's  name, 
Praise  through  His  courts  proclaim, 
Ktee  and  adore ! 
High  o'er  the  heavens  above, 
Sound  His  great  acts  of  love, 
While  Mis  rich  grace  we  prove, 
Vast  as  His  power. 

2  Now  let  the  trumpet  raise 
Sounds  of  triumphant  praise, 

Wide  as  His  fame  ; 
Then  let  the  harp  be  found, 
Organs  with  solemn  sound, 
Roll  your  deep  notes  around, 

Filled  with  His  name. 

3  While  His  high  praise  you  sing, 
Sha,ke  every  sounding  string  ; 

Sweet  the  accord ! 


PBAISE.  135 


He  vital  breath  bestows, 
Let  every  breath  that  flows, 
His  noblest  fame  disclose : 
Praise  ye  the  Lord. 


W.  Go  ode. 


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133,  II.  1. 

H  !  could  I  speak  the  matchless  wor  !h, 
Oh  !  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  : 
I'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  He  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and' wrath  divine  : 
I'd  sing  His  glorious  righteousness. 
In  which  all-perfect  heavenly  dress, 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

I'd  sing  the  characters  He  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  He  wears, 

Exalted  on  His  throne  ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise 
I  would  to  everlasting  days 

Make  all  His  glories  known. 

Well,  the  delightful  day  vail  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  His  face ; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  brother,  friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  His  grace. 

Medley. 


136     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


134r.  L.  M. 

\TOW  let  us  join  with  hearts  and  tongues 
Di      And  emulate  the  angels'  song  ! 
Yea,  sinners  may  address  their  King, 
In  songs  which  angels  can  not  sing. 


2  They  praise  the  Lamb  which  once  was  slam ; 
But  we  can  add  a  higher  strain, — 
Not  only  say,  "  He  suffered  thus," 
But  that  "  He  suffered  all  for  us." 


3  Jesus,  who  passed  the  angels  by, 
Assumed  our  flesh  to  bleed  and  die, 
And  still  He  makes  it  His  abode — 
As  Man  he  fills  the  throne  of  God. 


4  Our  next  of  kin  our  Brother  now, 
Is  He  to  whom  the  angels  bow ; 
They  join  with  us  to  praise  His  name, 
But  we  the  nearest  interest  claim. 


5  But  ah  !  how  faint  our  praises  rise ; 
Sure  'tis  the  wonder  of  the  skies, 
That  we  who  share  His  richest  love 
So  cold  and  unconcerned  should  prove. 


6  O  glorious  hour !  it  comes  with  speed, 
When  we  from  sin  and  darkness  freed, 
Shall  see  the  God  who  died  for  man, 
And  praise  Him  more  than  angels  can. 


PRAISK  137 


135.  C.  M. 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine, 
To  hail  the  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre.      v 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
^Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky, 

The  impetuous  torrent  ran ; 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 

"  Glory  to  God  on  high  ; 
Good  will  and  peace  are  now  complete, 
Jesus  was  born  to  die." 

6  Hail,  Prince  of  Life !  forever  hail ! 

Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  shall  fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

7  Hark !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  Glory  leads  the  song  : 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
The  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 

Medley. 


138     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


A 


136.  C.  M. 

LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 


2  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
Who  from  His  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 


3  Hail  Him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 
Whom  David  Lord  did  call ; 
The  God  incarnate  !  man  divine  ! 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 


4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall, 
Hail  Him  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 


5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet, 
And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 


Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  Him — Lord  of  all. 

Duncan 


PRAISE.  139 


137.  HI.  h 


r\  HATEFUL  notes  and  numbers  bring, 
IT  While  Jehovah's  praise  we  sing  : 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Be  Thy  glorious  name  adored. 

2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  Thine  ear 
Can  our  humble  praises  hear ; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  with  saints  above  we  sing. 

3  Lead  us  to  that  blissful  state  ; 
Where  Thou  reign'st  supremely  great, 
Look  with  pity  from  Thy  throne, 
Send  Thy  Holy  Spirit  down. 

4  While  on  earth  ordained  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  the  way, 
Till  we  come  to  reign  with  Thee, 
And  Thy  glorious  greatness  see. 

5  Then  in  joyful  songs  of  praise, 
We'll  our  grateful  voices  raise  ; 
Lord,  Thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  Celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 


138.  C.  M. 

PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 


140     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and  (oh !  amazing  love !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  He  fled; 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  Oh !  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break ! 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 

5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told ! 


Watts. 


139.  S.  M. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  His  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  His  rising  power  : 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 

Ascending  with  our  tongue ; 
Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 
And  grace  inspire  our  song. 


PEAISE.  141 


Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 
Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing  ; 

Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day, 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 


5  Soon  shall  we  hear  Him  say, 
"Ye  blessed  children,  come  :" 
Soon  will  He  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  His  wanderers  home. 


6  Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

Hammond, 


o 


140.  II.  4. 

X  earth  the  song  begins, 
In  heaven  more  sweet,  more  loud, 

To  Him  that  drowns  our  sins 
In  His  atoning  blood  ; 

"To  Him,"  they  cry  in  rapturous  strain, 

"Be  honor,  peace,  and  power — Amen !" 


Ye  saints  on  earth,  repeat, 

What  heaven  with  rapture  owns  ; 

And  while  before  His  feet 
The  elders  cast  their  crowns, 

Go,  imitate  the  choirs  above, 

And  tell  the  world  your  Saviour's  love. 


142      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  Sing  as  ye  pass  along — 

With  joy  and  wonder  sing, 
Till  others  learn  the  song, 

And  own  your  Lord  their  King : 
Till  converts  join  you,  as  ye  go, 
And  make  a  growing  heaven  below. 

4  Inform  the  list'ning  world 

How  Jesus,  when  He  fell, 
The  powers  of  darkness  hurled 

Down  to  the  depths  of  hell ; 
And  rising,  bore  the  rescued  prize, 
His  Church,  in  triumph  through  the  skies. 

5  Our  feeble  minds  are  lost 

Beneath  the  lofty  strain  ; 
But  Jordan's  billows  crossed, 

We'll  catch  the  sound  again ; 
In  praise  assist  the  heavenly  choir, 
Nor  ever  stop,  nor  ever  tire. 


14rl.  III.  4. 

LET  us  love,  and  sing,  and  wonder ; 
Let  us  praise  the  Saviour's  name  : 
He  has  hushed  the  law's  loud  thunder, 

He  has  quenched  Mount  Sinai's  flame  ; 
He  has  washed  us  with  His  blood, 
He  has  brought  us  nigh  to  God. 

2  Let  us  love  the  Lord  who  bought  us, 

Dying  for  our  rebel  race  ; 
Called  us  by  His  Word,  and  taught  us 

By  the  Spirit  of  His  grace  : 
He  has  washed  us  with  His  blood, 
He  presents  our  souls  to  God. 


PEAISE.  143 

Let  us  sing,  though  fierce  temptation 
Threaten  hard  to  bear  us  down  ; 

For  the  Lord,  our  strong  salvation, 
Holds  in  view  the  conq'ror's  crown ; 

He  who  washed  us  with  His  blood, 

Soon  will  bring  us  home  to  God. 

Let  us  praise,  and  join  the  chorus 
Of  His  saints  enthroned  on  high  ; 

Here,  they  trusted  Him  before  us, 
Now  their  praises  fill  the  sky  : 

"Thou  hast  washed  us  with  Thy  blood; 

Thou  art  worthy,  Lamb  of  God !" 

Newton. 


144     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


VIII.  CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 


WAEFABE,  TKIAIiS,  HOPES. 


142.  S.  M. 

DRGE  on  your  rapid  course, 
Ye  blood-besprinkled  bands ; 
The  heavenly  kingdom  suffers  force ; 

5Tis  seized  by  violent  hands : 
See  there  the  starry  crown 

That  glitters  through  the  skies  ; 
Satan,  the  world,  and  sin,  tread  down, 
And  take  the  glorious  prize. 

2  Through  much  distress  and  pain, 

Through  many  a  conflict  here, 
Through  blood,  ye  must  the  entrance  gain, 

Yet  oh !  disdain  to  fear : 
Courage,  your  Captain  cries, 

(Who  all  your  toil  foreknew,) 
Toil  ye  shall  have,  yet  all  despise  ; 

I  have  o'ercome  for  you. 

3  The  world  can  not  withstand 

Its  ancient  Conqueror ; 
The  world  must  sink  beneath  the  Hand 
Which  arms  us  for  the  war : 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  145 

This  is  the  victory — 

Before  our  faith  they  fall ; 
Jesus  hath  died  for  you  and  me  ; 

Believe,  and  conquer  all. 

Wesley. 


143.  S.  M. 

ANGELS  your  rnar^h  oppose 
Who  still  in  strength  excel, 
Tour  secret,  sworn,  eternal  foes, 

Countless,  invisible ; 
From  thrones  of  glory  driven, 

By  naming  vengeance  hurled, 
They  throng  the  air,  and  darken  heaven, 
Aid  rule  this  lower  wrorld. 

2  But  shall  believers  fear  ? 
J3ut  shall  believers  fly  ? 
Or  see  the  bloody  cross  appear, 

And  all  their  powers  defy  ? 
By  all  hell's  host  withstood, 

We  all  hell's  host  o'erthrow ; 
And  conquering  them  through  Jesus'  blood, 
We  on  to  conquer  go. 

Wesley. 


14=4=.  S.  M. 

OH  !  may  Thy  powerful  word 
Inspire  a  feeble  worm 
To  rush  into  Thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
And  take  it  as  by  storm. 

7 


146     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

2  Oh  !  may  we  all  improve 
The  grace  already  given, 
To  seize  the  crown  of  perfect  love, 
And  scale  the  mount  of  heaven. 

Wesley. 


145.  L.  M. 

JrpiS  not  too  arduous  an  essay, 
1     To  tread,  resolved,  the  Gospel  way  ; 
The  sensual  nature  to  control, 
And  warm  with  purer  fire  the  soul. 

2  Nature  will  raise  up  all  her  strife, 
Reluctant  to  the  heavenly  life  ; 
Loth  in  a  Saviour's  death  to  share, 
Her  daily  cross  compelled  to  bear. 

3  But  grace  omnipotent  at  length 

Shall  arm  the  saint  with  saving  strength ; 
Through  the  sharp  war  with  aids  attend, 
And  his  long  conflict  sweetly  end. 

4  Act  but  the  infant's  gentle  part ; 
Give  up  to  love  thy  willing  heart ; 
No  fondest  parent's  tender  breast 
Yearns  like  thy  God's  to  make  thee  blest. 

5  Thy  sovereign  Father,  good  and  kind, 
Wants  but  to  have  His  child  resigned  ; 
Wants  but  thy  yielded  heart — no  more — 
Thee  with  His  richest  grace  to  store. 

Luther, 


A 


CHEISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  \V\ 


146.  C  M. 

Mia  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  His  name  ? 


Shall  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 

And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 


3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face, 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 


4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  : 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord, 
To  bear  the  cross,  endure  the  shame, 
Supported  by  Thy  word. 


5  The  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
With  faith's  discerning  eye. 


When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  Thine  armies  shine 
Li  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 

The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

Watts. 


H8      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


14=7.  C.  M. 

YE  glitt'ring  toys  of  earth,  adieu ! 
A  nobler  choice  be  mine  ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 


2  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 

Ye  specious  baits  of  sense  ; 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  of  price  immense  ! 

3  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown, 

O  name  divinely  sweet ! 
Jesus  in  Thee,  in  Thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honor,  pleasure  meet. 


4  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 
Their  boasted  stores  resign, 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  Thee  mine. 


5  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 
Of  this  dear  gift  possessed, 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  forever  blessed. 


6  Dear  Sovereign  of  my  soul's  desires, 
Thy  love  is  bliss  divine  ; 
Accept  the  praise  Thy  grace  inspires, 
Since  I  can  call  Thee  mine  ! 

Steele. 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE.  149 


148.  C.  M. 

JESUS  !  the  very  thought  of  Thee, 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest, 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind ! 

3  O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart ! 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek ! 
To  those  who  fall  how  kind  Thou  ait ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek ! 

4  But  what  to  those  who  find  ?  Ah !  this 

Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show ; 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is, 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 

St.  Bernard. 


M 


149.  S,  M. 

Y  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
And  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 


2  Oh !  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 


150     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY, 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 
Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 

Heath. 


150.  L.  M. 

I  ND  be  it  so,  that  till  this  hour 
jL     We  never  knew  what  faith  has  meant ; 
Deceived  by  sin  and  Satan's  power, 
Have  never  felt  these  hearts  relent. 


2  What  shall  we  do  ?  Shall  we  lie  down, 

Sink  in  despair,  and  groan,  and  die, 
And  rest  beneath  the  Almighty's  frown, 
Nor  glance  one  cheerful  hope  on  high  ? 

3  Forbid  it,  Saviour !     To  Thy  grace, 

As  sinners,  strangers  now  we  come  ! 
Among  Thy  saints  we  ask  a  place, 
For  in  Thy  mercy  there  is  room. 

4  Lord,  we  believe.     Oh  !  chase  away 

The  gloomy  clouds  of  unbelief. 
Lord,  we  repent.     Oh  !  let  Thy  ray 
Dissolve  our  hearts  in  sacred  grief. 

5  Now  spread  the  banner  of  Thy  love, 

And  let  us  know  that  we  are  Thine ; 
Cheer  us  with  blessings  from  above, 
With  all  the  joys  of  hope  divine, 

STMEON, 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  151 

151.  L.  M. 

Contentment. 

OTHQIT,  by  long  experience  tried, 
Near  "whom  no  grief  can  Jong  abide, 
My  Lord,  with  Thee,  in  sweet  content, 
I  pass  my  years  of  banishment. 

2  All  scenes  alike  engaging  prove, 

To  souls  impressed  with  sacred  love  ; 
Where'er  they  dwell,  they  dwell  in  Thee, 
In  heaven,  on  earth,  or  on  the  sea 

3  To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time, 
My  country  is  in  ev'ry  clime  ; 

I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

4  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none ; 

But  with  my  God  to  guide  ray  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

5  Could  I  be  cast  where  Thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all 

Guio*-. 


j 


152.  C.  M. 

ESXJS  hath  died  that  I  might  live, 

Might  live  to  God  alone  ; 
In  Him  eternal  life  receive  ; 

And  be  in  spirit  one. 


152     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Saviour,  I  thank  Thee  for  the  grace, 

The  gift  unspeakable ; 
And  wait  with  arms  of  faith  V  embrace, 
And  all  Thy  love  to  feel. 

3  Give  me  Thyself:  from  every  boast, 

From  every  wish  set  free  ; 
Let  all  I  am  in  Thee  be  lost, 
But  give  Thyself  to  me. 

4  Thy  gifts,  alas  !  can  not  suffice, 

Unless  Thyself  be  given  ; 
Thy  presence  makes  my  paradise  ; 
And  where  Thou  art  is  heaven. 

Wesley. 


153.  C  M. 


o 


H  !  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 
Though  pressed  by  every  foe, 

That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ! 


2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod ; 
But  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain 
Will  lean  upon  its  God  ; 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; 

4  That  bears,  unmoved,  the  world's  dread  frown, 

Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile  ; 
That  seas  of  trouble  can  not  drown, 
Nor  Satan's  arts  beguile  ; 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  153 

5  A  faith  that  keeps  this  narrow  way- 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  -pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed. 

6  Lord  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste  e'en  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 


154:.  S.M. 

[X  true  and  patient  hope, 
My  soul,  on  God  attend ; 
And  calmly,  confidently  look 
Till  He  salvation  send. 

2  I  shall  His  goodness  see, 

While  on  His  name  I  call ; 
He  will  defend  and  strengthen  me, 
And  I  shall  never  fall. 

3  Jesus,  to  Thee  I  fly, 

My  refuge  and  my  tower  ; 
Upon  Thy  faithful  love  rely, 
And  find  Thy  saving  power. 

4  Angels  in  bright  attire 

Conduct  Him  through  the  skies ; 
Darkness  and  tempest,  smoke  and  fire, 
Attend  Him  as  He  flies. 

5  How  awful  is  the  sight ! 

How  loud  the  thunders  roar  ! 
The  sun  forbears  to  give  His  light, 
The  stars  are  seen  no  more. 


154     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY, 

6  The  whole  creation  groans ; 
But  saints  arise  and  sing ; 
They  are  the  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 
And  He  their  God  and  King. 

Wesley, 


F 


155.  C.  M. 

AR  from  the  world,  O  Lord !  I  flee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 

His  most  successful  war. 
The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree ; 
And  seem  by  Thy  free  bounty  made 

For  those  who  follow  Thee. 

2  There,  if  Thy  spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode  ; 
Oh  !  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 

She  communes  with  her  God ! 
There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays ; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 

Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

3  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life ! 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine, 
And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 

My  Saviour,  Thou  art  mine ! 
What  thanks  I  owe  Thee,  and  what  love—- 

A  boundless,  endless  store, 
Shall  echo  through  the  realms  above, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

Cowper. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  155 


156.  L.  M. 

FOUNTAIX  of  grace,  rich,  full,  and  free, 
What  need  I,  that  is  not  in  Thee  ? 
Full  pardon,  strength  to  meet  the  day, 
And  peace  which  none  can  take  away. 

2  Doth  sickness  fill  the  heart  with  fear  ? 
'Tis  sweet  to  know  that  Thou  art  near  ; 
Am  I  with  dread  of  justice  tried  ? 

'Tis  sweet  to  feel  that  Christ  hath  died. 

3  In  life  Thy  promises  of  aid, 
Forbid  my  heart  to  he  afraid ; 

In  death,  peace  gently  veils  the  eyes ; 
Christ  rose,  and  I  shall  surely  rise. 

4  O  all  sufficient  Saviour  !  be 
This  all-sufficiency  to  me ; 

Nor  pain,  nor  sin,  nor  death  can  harm 
The  weakest,  shielded  by  Thine  arm. 

Collier. 


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157.  III.  1. 

1  HEIST,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground, 
J     Christ,  the  spring  of  all  my  joy  ; 
Still  in  Thee  let  me  be  found,  • 
Still  for  Thee  my  powers  employ. 

Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace  ! 

Freely  from  Thy  fullness  give  ; 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race 

Be  it  "  Christ  for  me  to  live  !" 


156      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

3  Firmly  trusting  in  Thy  blood, 

Nothing  shall  my  heart  confound  ; 
Safely  I  shall  pass  the  flood, 

Safely  reach  Xmmanuel's  ground. 

4  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 

Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ; 

Death's  dark  stream  shall  never  more 

Part  from  Thee  my  ravished  soul. 

5  Thus,  oh  !  thus,  an  entrance  give 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky ; 
Having  known  it,  "  Christ  to  live," 
Let  me  know  it,  "  gain  to  die." 

Windham. 


158.  II.  1. 

HOW  happy  is  the  pilgrim's  lot ; 
How  free  from  every  anxious  thought, 
From  worldly  hope  and  fear  ! 
Confined  to  neither  court  nor  cell, 
His  soul  disdains  on  earth  to  dwell ; 
He  only  sojourns  here. 

2  This  happiness  in  part  is  mine, 
Already  saved  from  low  design, 

From  every  creature-love ; 
Blest  with  scorn  of  finite  good, 
My  soul  is  lightened  of  its  load, 

And  seeks  the  things  above. 

3  There  is  my  house  and  portion  fair  ; 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  are  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  157 

For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay, 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 
And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 


I  come,  Thy  servant,  Lord,  replies ; 
I  come  to  meet  Thee  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  heavenly  rest ; 
Soon  will  the  pilgrim's  journey  end  ; 
Thou,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  Thy  breast. 

J.  Wesley. 


159. 

COME,    let   us   ascend,   my   companion    and 
friend, 
To  taste  of  the  banquet  above ; 
If  thy  heart  be  as  mine,  if  for  Jesus  it  pine, 
Come  up  into  the  chariot  of  love. 


2  We  in  Jesus  confide,  and  are  bold  to  outride 
The  storms  of  affliction  beneath  ; 
With  the  Prophet  we  soar  to  the  heavenly 
shore, 
And  outfly  all  the  arrows  of  death. 


3  By  faith  we  are  come  to  our  permanent  home  ; 
By  hope  we  the  rapture  improve  ; 
By  love  we  still  rise,  and  look  down  on  the 
skies, 
For  the  heaven  of  heavens  is  love. 


158     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

4  What  a  rapturous  song,  when  the  glorified 

throng, 
In  the  spirit  of  harmony  join  ! 
Join  all  the  glad  choirs,  hearts,  voices  and 

lyres, 
And  the  burden  is  mercy  divine. 

5  Hallelujah  they  cry  to  the  King  of  the  sky, 

To  the  great  everlasting  I  am, 
To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain,  and  that  liveth 
again, 
Hallelujah  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

Wesley. 


160.  C.  M. 

Y  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done, 

The  passing  moments  say ; 
As  length'ning  shadows  o'er  the  mead, 
Proclaim  the  close  of  day. 


2  Oh !  that  my  heart  might  dwell  aloof 

From  all  created  things  ; 
And  learn  that  wisdom  from  above, 
Whence  true  contentment  springs. 

3  Courage,  my  soul,  thy  bitter  cross, 

In  every  trial  here, 
Shall  bear  thee  to  thy  heaven  above, 
But  shall  not  enter  there. 

4  The  sighing  ones,  that  humbly  seek 

In  sorrowing  paths  below, 
Shall  in  eternity  rejoice, 

Where  endless  comforts  flow. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  159 

5  Soon  will  the  toilsome  strife  be  o'er, 

Of  sublunary  care, 
And  life's  dull  vanities  no  more 
This  anxious  breast  ensnare. 

6  Courage,  my  soul ;  on  God  rely ; 

Deliv'rance  soon  will  come ; 
A  thousand  ways  has  providence 
To  bring  believers  home. 

Mrs.  CawpEB. 


161.  S.  M 

JUST  o'er  the  grave  I  hung ; 
Xo  pardon  met  my  eyes ; 
As  blessings  never  greet  the  slain, 
And  hope  shall  never  rise. 

2  Sweet  mercy  to  my  soul 

Revealed  no  charming  ray ; 

Before  me  rose  a  long,  dark  night, 
With  no  succeeding  day. 

3  I  saw  beyond  the  tomb, 

The  awful  Judge  appear, 
Prepared  to  scan  with  strict  account 
jLj  blessing  wasted  here. 

4  His  wrath,  like  flaming  fire, 

Burned  to  the  lowest  hell ; 
And  in  that  hopeless  world  of  woe 
He  bade  my  spirit  dwell. 

5  My  friends,  now  friends  no  more, 

At  infinite  remove, 
Left  me  to  gain  their  rich  reward, 
And  taste  forgiving  love. 


160      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

6  Then  to  the  Lord  I  cried — 

He  saved  my  soul  from  death ; 
To  Him  I'll  give  my  heart  and  hands, 
And  consecrate  my  breath. 

Dwight. 


162.  III.  2. 

JESUS  lives,  and  so  shall  I ; 
Death  !  thy  sting  is  gone  forever ! 
He,  who  deigned  for  me  to  die, 

Lives,  the  bands  of  death  to  sever. 
He  shall  raise  me  with  the  just ; 
Jesus  is  my  hope  forever. 

2  Jesus  lives,  and  by  His  grace 

Victory  o'er  my  passions  giving ; 
I  will  cleanse  my  heart  and  ways, 

Ever  to  His  glory  living. 
The  weak  He  raises  from  the  dust; 
Jesus  is  my  hope  and  trust. 

3  Jesus  lives,  and  I  am  sure 

Naught  shall  e'er  from  Jesus  sever ; 
Satan's  wiles  and  Satan's  power, 

Pain  or  pleasure — ye  shall  never ! 
Christian  armor  can  not  rust ; 
Jesus  is  my  hope  and  trust. 

4  Jesus  lives,  and  death  is  now 

But  my  entrance  into  glory. 
Courage !  then,  my  soul,  for  thou 

Hast  a  crown  of  life  before  thee ! 
Thou  shalt  find  thy  hopes  were  just ; 
Jesus  is  the  Christian's  trust. 

Gellert. 


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CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE.  161 


163.  L.  M. 

UN  of  my  soul !  Thou  Saviour  dear  ! 

It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near ; 
Oh !  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes. 


2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep, 
My  wearied  eye-lids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought :  How  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast ! 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  can  not  live ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take ; 
Till,  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love, 

We  lose  ourselves,  in  heaven  above. 

Keble. 


164.  CM. 

fi  OD'S  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing, 
\T     Most  strange  in  all  its  ways, 
And  of  all  tilings  on  earth,  least  like 
What  men  agree  to  praise. 

2  Oh  !  blessed  is  he  to  whom  is  given 
The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  He 
Is  most  invisible ! 


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162     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  Workman  of  God,  oh !  lose  not  heart, 

But  learn  what  God  is  like ; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 

4  And  blessed  is  he  who  can  divine 

Where  real  right  doth  he, 
And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 
Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye. 

5  Oh  !  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men. 

Oh  !  learn  to  lose  with  God. 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 
And  beckons  thee  His  road. 

Lyra  Cath. 


165. 

HASTE,  my  dull  soul,  arise, 
Cast  off  thy  care, 
Press  to  thy  native  skies, 

Mighty  in  prayer. 
Jesus  has  gone  before, 
Count  all  thy  troubles  o'er, 
He  who  thy  burden  bore, 
Jesus  is  there. 

2  Soul  for  the  marriage  feast 

Robe  and  prepare, 
Pureness  becomes  each  guest ; 

Jesus  is  there. 
Saints,  wave  your  victory  palms, 
Chant  your  celestial  psalms ; 
Bride  of  the  Lamb,  thy  charms. 

Oh  !  let  us  wear. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  163 

Heaven's  bliss  is  perfect,  pure, 

Glory  is  there  ; 
Heaven's  bliss  is  ever  sure, 

Thou  art  its  heir. 
What  makes  its  joy  complete  ? 
What  makes  its  hymns  so  sweet  ? 
There  our  best  Friend  we'll  meet, 

Jesus  is  there. 


166.  II.  4- 

10  God  I  lift  my  eyes, 

From  Him  is  all  my  aid, 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 

And  earth  and  nature  made  ; 
God  is  the  tower  to  which  I  fly, 
His  grace  is  nigh  in  every  hour. 


My  feet  shall  never  slide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 

Defends  me  from  my  fears  ; 
Those  wakeful  eyes  that  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep  when  dangers  rise. 


No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  me  there. 
Thou  art  my  sun  and  Thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head  by  night  or  noon. 


164      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

i  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 
I'll  go  and  come,  nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high  Thou  call  me  home. 

Watts. 


167. 

H  THY  will  be  done  !"  In  devious  way 
J      The  hurrying  stream  of  life  may  run ; 
Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  shall  say, 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 

2  "  Thy  will  be  done  !"  If  o'er  us  shine 

A  gladd'ning  and  a  prosperous  sun, 
This  prayer  will  make  it  more  divine — 
"  Thy  will  be  done  !" 

3  "  Thy  will  be  done !"  Though  shrouded  o'er 

Our  path  with  gloom,  one  comfort — one 
Is  ours ;  to  breathe,  while  we  adore, 
"  Thy  will  be  done  !" 

BOWRTNa 


M 


168. 

Y  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 

Far  from  my  home  on  life's  rough  way, 
Oh !  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  sav, 
uThv  will  be  done." 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  165 

2  If  Thou  should'st  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize — it  ne'er  was  mine  ; 
I  only  yield  Thee  what  was  Thine ! 

*  "  Thy  will  be  done." 

3  E'en  if  again  I  ne'er  should  see 

The  friend  more  dear  than  life  to  me, 
Ere  long  we  both  shall  be  with  Thee — 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 

4  Should  pining  sickness  waste  away 
My  life  in  premature  decay, 

My  Father,  still  I  strive  to  say, 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 

5  If  but  my  faintmg  heart  be  blest, 
With  Thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God,  to  Thee  I  leave  the  rest — 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 

6  Renew  my  will  frora  day  to  day, 
Blend  it  with  Thine  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 

7  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more, 
The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore, 

"Thy  wilf  be  done." 

C.  Elliotts. 


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169.  S.  M. 

WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  did  not  love  the  fold, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  would  not  be  controlled. 


166      HYMNS  AND   DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

2  I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

3  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  His  child, 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 
O'er  desert  waste,  and  wild. 

4  He  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished  and  faint  and  lone ; 
He  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 
He  saved  the  wandering  one. 

5  He  washed  my  filth  away, 

He  made  me  clear  and  fair, 
He  brought  me  to  my  home  in  peace, 
The  long-sought  wanderer. 

6  Jesus  my  shepherd  is, 

'Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  He  that  washed  me  in  His  blood, 
'Twas  He  that  made  me  whole. 

7  'Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'Twas  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 
'Tis  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

8  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  ; 
But  now  I  love  the  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  love,  I  love  the  fold. 

9  I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  once  preferred  to  roam  ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  love,  I  love  His  home. 

H.  Box  ah. 


\i 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  167 


170.  IH.l. 

7E  are  pilgrims  on  the  earth, 

Journeying  onward  from  our  birth, 
Every  hour  and  eyery  breath 
Brino*  us  nearer  still  to  death. 


2  But  beyond  that  vale  of  fears 
Lies  the  land  that  knows  no  tears, 
Where  our  steps  no  more  may  roam ; 
Brethren,  we  are  going  home ! 

3  Home  to  long-lost  friends,  and  dear, 
Who  were  missed  and  mourned  for  here ; 
Home  to  endless  peace  and  loye, 

In  our  Father's  house  above  ! 

4  Shall  poor  trifles  by  the  way 
Tempt  our  hearts  or  steps  to  stray 
From  the  narrow  path  and  straight, 
Leading  to  the  golden  gate  ! 

5  Xo,  our  faith  hath  One  in  view 
Who  was  once  a  pilgrim  too ; 
From  His  track  we  will  not  roam, 
For  to  Christ  we're  going  home. 


171.  S.  VL 


IS  this  the  kind  return  ? 
Are  these  the  thanks  w^e  owe  ? 
Thus  to  abuse  Eternal  Love, 
Whence  all  our  blessings  flow ! 


168      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Has  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 
What  strange  rebellious  creature  we  ! 
And  God  as  strangely  kind ! 

3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God  ! 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh ! 
Break,   Sov'reign   Grace,   these    hearts   of 
stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 

4  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes ; 
And  hourly  as  new  mercies  fall 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

Watts. 


172. 

AH !  I  shall  soon  be  dying — 
Time  swiftly  glides  away, 
But  on  my  Lord  relying, 
I  hail  the  happy  day  ; 
The  day  when  I  shall  enter 
Upon  a  world  unknown  ; 
My  helpless  soul  I  venture, 
On  Jesus  Christ  alone. 


II.  6. 


He  once  a  spotless  victim, 

Upon  Mount  Calvary  bled ; 
Jehovah  did  afflict  Him, 

And  bruise  him  in  my  stead ; 
Hence  all  my  hope  arises, 

Unworthy  as  I  am, 
My  soul  most  surely  prizes 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  169 

Soon  with  the  saints  in  glory, 

The  grateful  song  I'll  raise, 
And  chant  my  blissful  story 

In  high  seraphic  lays  ; 
Free  grace,  redeeming  merit, 

And  sanctifying  love, 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 

I'll  sing  in  realms  above. 


173.  Ill-  L 

DARKNESS  overspreads  us  here, 
But  the  night  wears  fast  away, 
Jacob's  star  will  soon  appear, 
Leading  on  eternal  day. 


2  Now  'tis  time  to  rouse  from  sleep, 

Trim  our  lamps  and  stand  prepared, 
For  our  Lord  strict  watch  to  keep, 
Lest  He  find  us  off  our  guard. 


3  Though  already  saved  by  grace, 
From  the  hour  we  first  believed, 
Yet  while  sin  and  war  have  place, 
We  have  but  a  part  received. 


Still  we  for  salvation  wait, 
Every  hour  it  nearer  comes  ; 

Death  will  break  the  prison  gate, 
And  admit  us  to  our  homes. 

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170     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY 


174.  II.  3. 

STRANGE  and  mysterious  is  my  life. 
What  opposites  I  feel  within  ! 
A  stable  peace,  a  constant  strife ; 

The  rule  of  grace,  the  power  of  sin  : 
Too  often  I  am  captive  led, 
Yet  daily  triumph  in  my  Head. 

2  I  prize  the  privilege  of  prayer, 

But  oh !  what  backwardness  to  pray ! 
Though  on  the  Lord  I  cast  my  care, 

I  feel  its  burden  every  day ; 
I  seek  His  will  in  all  I  do, 
Yet  find  my  own  is  working  too. 

3  I  call  the  promises  my  own, 

And   prize   them  more   than  mines  ol 
gold ; 
Yet  though  their  sweetness  I  have  known, 

They  leave  me  unimpressed  and  cold  : 
One  hour  upon  the  truth  I  feed, 
The  next  I  know  not  what  I  read. 

4  I  love  the  holy  day  of  rest, 

When  Jesus  meets  His  gathered  saints ; 
Sweet  day,  of  all  the  week  the  best ! 

For  its  return  my  spirit  pants  ; 
Yet  often  through  my  unbelief, 
It  proves  a  day  of  guilt  and  grief. 

5  While  on  my  Saviour  I  rely, 

I  know  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim, 
And  therefore  dare  their  power  defy, 

Assured  of  conquest  through  His  name  ; 
But  soon  my  confidence  is  slain, 
And  all  my  fears  return  again. 


CHRISTIAN    EXPERIENCE.  1?] 

6  Thus  different  powers  within  me  strive, 
And  grace  and  sin  by  turns  prevail ; 
I  grieve,  rejoice,  decline,  revive, 

And  victory  hangs  in  doubtful  scale  : 
But  Jesus  has  His  promise  passed, 
That  grace  shall  overcome  at  last. 

Newton. 


175.  CM. 

FATHER,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  Thee, 
Xo  other  help  I  know  ; 
If  Thou  withdraw  Thyself  from  me, 
Ah !  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

2  What  did  Thine  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath ! 
What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death  ! 

3  O  Jesus !  could  I  this  believe, 

I  now  should  feel  Thy  power ; 
Now  my  poor  soul  Thou  wouldst  retrieve, 
Xor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  Thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes  : 
Oh !  let  me  now  receive  that  gift  ; 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely  Thou  canst  not  let  me  die  ; 

Oh  !  speak,  and  I  shall  live  ; 
And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 
Till  Thou  Thy  Spirit  give. 


1?2       HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

6  The  worst  of  sinners  would  rejoice, 
Could  they  but  see  Thy  face : 
Oh !  let  me  hear  Thy  quick'ning  voice, 
And  taste  Thy  pard'ning  grace ! 


Wesley 


176.  L.  M. 


BESET  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand ; 
Saviour,  divine,  diffuse  Thy  light, 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 


2  Engage  this  roving,  treacherous  heart, 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part ; 
To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 
For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 


3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise, 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies ; 
]STo  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 
But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 


If  Thou,  my  Jesus,  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  ; 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  Thee. 

Doddridge. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  173 


177.  II.  1. 

THOU  God  of  glorious  majesty, 
To  Thee,  against  myself  to  Thee, 
A  worm  of  earth  I  cry; 
A  half-awakened  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endless  bliss  or  pain, 
A  sinner  born  to  die. 

2  Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand  : 

Yet  how  insensible. 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

3  O  God  !  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  e'er  it  be  too  late — 

Awake  to  righteousness. 

4  Before  me  place  in  bright  array 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  Thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  Thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom. 

5  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
And  sniffer  all  Thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 


174     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

6  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  Thee  above, 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 


"Wesley. 


178. 

T  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary  ! 
Saviour  divine ! 
Now  hear  me  w^hile  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
Oh!  let  me,  from  this  day, 
Be  wholly  Thine. 


May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire ; 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh !  may  my  love  to  Thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be- 

A  living  fire. 


3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread. 

Be  Thou  my  guide  : 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  175 

When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll, 
Blest  Saviour  !  then,  hi  love. 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
Oh  !  bear  me  safe  above — 

A  ransomed  soul. 

Palmer. 


179.  C  M. 


OH  !  could  I  find  from  day  to  day, 
A  nearness  to  my  God, 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
Cheered  bv  His  staff  and  rod. 


2  Lord,  I  desire  with  Thee  to  live 
Anew  from  day  to  day  ; 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Xor  ever  take  away. 


3  O  Jesus  !  come  and  rule  my  heart, 
And  make  me  wholly  Thine, 
That  I  may  never  more  depart, 
Xor  grieve  Thy  love  divine. 


4  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  breath, 
Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 
And  when  my  flesh  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  Thee  more. 


116     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


180.  L.  M. 

STAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  Gospel  armor  on ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course  ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 
Thy  Saviour  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  He  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

Watts. 


181.  L.  M. 

Y  faith  in  Christ,  I  walk  with  God, 
With  heaven,  my  journey's  end,  in  view ; 

Supported  by  His  staff  and  rod, 
My  road  is  safe  and  pleasant  too. 

I  travel  through  a  desert  wide, 

Where  many  round  me  blindly  stray  ; 

But  He  vouchsafes  to  be  my  guide, 
And  will  not  let  me  miss  my  way. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  177 

3  Though   snares   and   dangers   throng   my 
path, 
And   earth   and   hell  my   course   with- 
stand, 
I  triumph  over  all  by  faith, 

Guarded  by  His  almighty  hand. 


4  The  wilderness  affords  no  food, 

But  God  for  my  support  prepares. 
Provides  me  every  needful  good, 

And  frees  mv  soul  from  want  and  cares. 


With  Him  sweet  converse  I  maintain, 
Great  as  He  is,  I  dare  be  free  ; 

I  tell  Him  all  my  grief  and  pain, 
And  He  reveals  His  love  to  me. 


Newton, 


182. 

TTAIX,  delusive  world,  adieu, 
Y       With  all  of  creature  good  ; 
Only  Jesus  I'll  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  His  blood  ; 
All  thy  pleasure  I'll  forego  ; 

I'll  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucified. 


Other  knowledge  I  disdain  ; 

'Tis  all  but  vanity : 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  me  ! 
8* 


178     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

Me  to  save  from  endless  woe, 
The  sin-atoning  victim  died  ; 

Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 
And  Jesus  crucified. 


Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end  : 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend  ; 
Daily  in  His  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  to  abide ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 


TOPLADY 


I 


183.  L.  M. 

Tha  8oul  athirst  for  God. 

THIRST,  but  not  as  once  I  did, 
The  vain  delights  of  earth  to  share  ; 

Thy  wounds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 
That  I  should  seek  my  pleasure  there. 


2  It  was  the  sight  of  Thy  dear  cross 

First  weaned  my  soul  from  earthly  things ; 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 
The  mirth  of  fools  and  pomp  of  kings. 


3  1  want  that  grace  that  springs  from  Thee, 
That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows, 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me, 
Bloom  as  the  mvrtle  or  the  rose. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  179 

For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 

The  notice  of  thy  Father's  eye, 
Xone  proves  less  grateful  to  His  care, 

Or  yields  Him  meaner  fruit  than  I. 

COWPER. 


W 


184.  C  M. 

^HEX  any  turn  from  Zion-s  way, 

(Alas  !  what  numbers  do  !) 

Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  ?" 


Ah !  Lord  !  with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

Unless  Thou  hold  me  fast, 
I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 

And  Drove  like  them  at  last. 


3  Yet  Thou  alone  hast  power,  I  know, 
To  save  a  wretch  like  me  : 
To  whom  or  whither  could  I  go, 
If  I  should  turn  from  Thee  ? 


4  Bevond  a  doubt  I  rest  assured 

thou  art  the  Christ  of  God ; 
Who  hast  eternal  life  secured 
By  promise  and  by  blood. 

5  No  voice  but  Thine  can  give  me  rest, 

And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
No  love  but  Thine  can  make  me  blest, 
And  satisfy  my  heart. 


J  80     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

6  What  anguish  has  this  question  stirred, 
If  I  will  also  go  ? 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  Thy  word, 
I  humbly  answer,  no  ! 

Newton 


185.  C.  M. 

WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 


2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within. 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  ib^3jut 
For  He  hath  felt  the  same. 


3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Poured  out  strong  cries  and  teai> 
And  in  His  measure  feels  afresh, 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 
The  bruised  reed  He  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  His  power ; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

Wattsl 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  181 


186.  C.  M. 

HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 
How  false,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 

Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys  and  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How^  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  Thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

Watts. 


187.  L,  M 

BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 


132     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  "  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command ; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint,    . 
And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain ; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

Watt& 


188.  IV.  2. 

A  DEBTOR  to  mercy  alone, 
Of  covenant  mercy  I  sing, 
Nor  fear,  with  Thy  righteousness  on, 
My  person  and  off'rings  to  bring  ; 
The  terrors  of  law  and  of  God, 

With  me  can  have  nothing  to  do, 
My  Saviour's  obedience  and  blood 
Hide  all  my  transgressions  from  view. 

2  The  work  which  His  goodness  began, 

The  arm  of  His  strength  will  complete, 
His  promise  is  yea  and  amen, 

And  never  was  forfeited  yet ; 
Things  future,  or  things  that  are  now, 

Not  all  things  below  or  above, 
Can  make  Him  His  purpose  forego, 

Or  sever  my  soul  from  His  love. 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE.  183 

3  My  name  from  the  palms  of  His  hands, 
Eternity  will  not  erase  ; 
Impressed  on  His  heart  it  remains, 

In  marks  of  indelible  grace  ; 
Yes,  I  to  the  end  shall  endure, 

As  sure  as  the  earnest  is  given, 
More  happy,  but  not  more  secure, 
The  glorified  spirits  in  heaven. 

Toplapy. 


189.  S.  M. 

/COMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 
\J    And  ways  into  His  hands, 
To  His  sure  trust  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  heaven  commands  : 

2  Who  'points  the  clouds  their  course, 

Whom  winds  and  seas  obey  ; 
He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  .shall  prepare  thy  way. 

3  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 

So  safe  shalt  thou  go  on ; 
Fix  on  His  work  thy  steadfast  eye, 
So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 

4  No  profit  canst  thou  gain 

By  self-consuming  care; 
To  Him  commend  thy  cause,  His  ear 
Attends  thy  feeblest  prayer. 

5  Father,  Thy  knowledge  deep 

And  high — Thy  ceaseless  love — 
Sees  all  Thy  children's  wants,  and  knows 
What  best  for  each  will  prove. 

"Wesley. 


184     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


190.  C  M. 

OH!  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 
Where  I  might  find  my  God ! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  His  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  Him  how  my  sins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain; 
How  grace  decays  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God; 
I'd  plead  for  His  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 

4  Arise,  my  soul, from  deep  distress, 

And  banish  every  fear  ; 
He  calls  me  to  His  throne  of  grace, 
To  spread  my  sorrows  there. 

Watts. 


191.  L.  M. 

MY  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  Thou! 
To  Thee,  lo !  now  my  soul  I  bow  ; 
I  feel  the  bliss  Thy  wounds  impart, 
I  find  Thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  Thou  my  strength,  be  Thou  my  way, 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day; 
In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide, 
And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  Thy  side. 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE.  185 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me ; 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be  ; 
And  if  I  would  from  Thee  depart, 
Then  clasp  me,  Saviour,  to  Thy  heart. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power  ; 
Tear  every  idol  from  Thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Saviour,  reign  alone. 

5  My  suffering  time  shall  soon  be  o'er, 
Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more  ; 
My  ransomed  soul  shall  soar  away, 
To  sing  Thy  praise  in  endless  day. 

Wesley 


i 


192.  L.  M. 

ASKED  the  Lord  that  1  might  grow 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace  ; 

Might  more  of  His  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  His  face. 


2  'Twas  He  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 

And  He,  I  trust,  has  answered  prayer ! 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way, 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  I  hoped  that  in  some  favored  hour, 

At  once  He'd  answer  my  request, 

And  by  His  love's  constraining  power 

Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 

4  Instead  of  this  He  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart ; 

And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 

Assault  my  soul  in  ev'ry  part. 


36     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

5  Yea,  more,  with  His  own  hand  He  seemed 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  woe  ; 
Crossed  all  the  fair  designs  I  schemed, 
Blasted  my  hopes  and  laid  me  low. 

6  Lord,  why  is  this?  I  trembling  cried; 

Wilt  Thou  pursue  Thy  worm  to  death  ? 
"'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  replied, 
"  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 

7  "  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 

From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free ; 
And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me." 

Newton. 


i 


193.  L.  M. 

SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away ; 

Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind  ; 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 

And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 


2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair  : 
And  whilst  I  listened  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  conveyed  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  Thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  187 

Now,  to  the  shining  realms  above, 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes  ; 

Oli !  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies. 

Watts. 


194r.  L,  M. 

JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone ; 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  Him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment ; 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness 

I'll  go,  for  all  His  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  my  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 


4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  loay." 

5  Lo !  glad  I  come;  and  Thou,  blessed  Lamb, 
Shall  take  me  to  Thee,  whose  I  am  ; 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

Cexnick. 


188     HYMNS  AND   DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


195.  L.M. 

SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  Gospel  we  profess ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  His  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied ; 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride ; 
While  justice,  temperance,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  His  word. 

"Watts. 


196.  C.  M. 

J7ROM  pole  to  pole  let  others  roam, 
JP      And  search  in  vain  for  bliss ; 
My  soul  is  satisfied  at  home, 
The  Lord  my  portion  is. 

2  Jesus,  who,  on  His  glorious  throne, 
Rules  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
Is  pleased  to  claim  me  for  His  own, 
And  give  Himself  to  me. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  189 

3  His  person  fixes  all  my  love, 

His  blood  removes  my  fear ; 
And  while  He  pleads  for  me  above 
His  arm  preserves  me  here. 

4  His  word  of  promise  is  my  food, 

His  Spirit  is  my  guide  ; 
Thus  daily  is  my  strength  renewed, 
And  all  my  wants  supplied. 

5  For  Him  I  count  as  gain  each  loss  ; 

Disgrace,  for  Him,  renown ; 
Well  may  I  glory  in  my  cross, 
While  He  prepares  my  crown. 

Newton. 


d 


197.  C.  M. 

Lote  to  Christ. 

O  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 

Behold  my  heart,  and  see  ; 
And  turn  each  hateful  idol  out, 

That  dares  to  rival  Thee. 


2  Do  not  I  love  Thee,  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love : 
Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 
Which  Thou  dost  not  approve. 

3  Is  not  Thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  beat, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 


190     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

4  Hast  Thou  a  lamb  in  all  Thy  flock, 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  Thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  Thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood, 

In  honor  of  Thy  name, 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death, 
To  damp  th'  immortal  ilame  ? 

G  Thou  knowest  I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord, 
But  oh !  I  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
That  I  may  love  Thee  more. 

Doddridge. 


198.  IV.  2. 

HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ; 
Sweet  prospects,   sweet    birds,  and   sweet 
flowers 
Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  for  me  ; 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him,  • 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  His  voice  ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
I  should,  were  He  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  191 

3  Content  with  beholding  His  face, 

My  all  to  His  pleasure  resigned, 
Xo  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  : 
While  blessed  with  a  sense  of  His  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 


Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  Thine, 

If  Thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
Oh !  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 
Or  take  me  up  to  Thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

Newton. 


199.  III.  5. 

OMT  soul,  what  means  this  sadness  ? 
Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down  ? 
Let  thjk  grief  be  turned  to  gladness  ; 
Bid  thy  restless  fears  begone  ; 

Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  His  dear  name. 

2  What  though  Satan's  strong  temptations 
Vex  and  grieve  thee  day  by  day ; 
And  thy  sinful  inclinations 
Often  fill  thee  with  dismay: 
Thou  shalt  conquer, 
Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 


192      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 

From  without  and  from  within, 

Jesus  saith  He'll  ne'er  forget  thee, 

But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin  : 

He  is  faithful 
To  perform  His  gracious  word. 

4  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road  ; 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee — 
Soon  He'll  bring  thee  home  to  God ! 

Therefore  praise  Him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

6  Oh  !  that  I  could  now  adore  Him, 
Like  the  heavenly  host  above, 
Who  forever  bow  before  Him, 
And  unceasing  shig  His  love ! 

Happy  songsters ! 
When  shall  I  your  chorus  join  ? 

Fawcett. 


a 


200.  ,  C.  M, 

ND  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high 
To  say,  "  My  Father,  God  ?"  # 
Lord,  at  Thy  feet  I  fain  would  lie, 
And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 


2  I  would  submit  to  all  Thy  wrill, 
For  Thou  art  good  and  wise ; 
Let  ev'ry  anxious  thought  be  still, 
And  not  a  murmur  rise. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  193 

Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darksome  gloom, 

And  bid  me  wait  serene, 
Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 

And  heighten  all  the  scene. 


"  My  Father,"  oh  !  permit  my  heart 
To  plead  its  humble  claim, 

And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 


Steele. 


201.  C  M. 

LORD,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 
To  all  Thy  people  known  ; 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  Thou  art  loved  alone  : 

2  A  rest,  where  all  our  soul's  desire 

Is  fixed  on  things  above, 
Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire, 
Cast^out  by  perfect  love. 

3  Oh !  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 

Believe  and  enter  in  ! 
Now,  Saviour,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin  ! 

4  Remove  this  hardness  from  my  heart, 

This  unbelief  remove  : 
To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 
The  Sabbath  of  Thy  love. 
9 


194     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

5  I  would  be  Thine,  Thou  know'st  I  would, 

And  have  Thee  all  my  own  ; 
Thee,  O  my  all  sufficient  good ! 
I  want,  and  Thee  alone. 

6  Thy  name  to  me,  Thy  nature  grant ! 

This,  only  this,  be  given  : 
Nothing  besides  my  God  I  want ; 
Nothing  in  earth  or  heaven. 

V  Come,  O  my  Saviour !  come  away, 
Into  my  soul  descend  ; 
No  longer  from  Thy  creature  stay, 
My  author  and  my  end. 

8  The  bliss  Thou  hast  for  me  prepared, 
No  longer  be  delayed, 
Come,  my  exceeding  great  reward, 
For  whom  I  first  was  made. 


9  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
And  seal  me  Thine  abode  ; 
Let  all  I  am  in  Thee  be  lost ; 
Let  all  be  lost  in  God. 

Wesley. 


202.  CM. 

1TY  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope 
J.lL     To  reach  the  heavenly  shore ; 
And  when  I  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
Then  I  shall  sin  no  more. 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  195 

2  I  hope  to  hear  and  join  the  song 

That  saints  and  angels  raise ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  roll, 
To  sing  eternal  praise. 

3  But  oh  !  this  dreadful  heart  of  sin  ! 

It  may  deceive  me  still ; 
And  while  I  look  for  joys  above, 
May  plunge  me  down  to  hell. 

4  The  scene  must  then  forever  close, 

Probation  at  an  end ; 
No  gospel  grace  can  reach  me  there, 
Xo  pardon  there  descend. 

5  Come,  then,  0  blessed  Jesus  !  come ;  » 

To  me  Thy  Spirit  give ; 
Shine  through  a  dark,  benighted  soul, 
And  bid  a  sinner  live. 


203.  III.  1. 

Recovery  from  Backsliding. 

DEPTH  of  mercy,  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  His  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  His  grace, 
Long  provoked  Him  to  His  face  ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  His  calls, 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 


196     HYMNS  AND   DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  Kindled  His  relentings  are, 
Me  He  now  delights  to  spare  ; 
Cries,  "  How  shall  I  give  thee  up  ?" 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shows  His  wounds,  and  spreads  His  hands  : 
God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel, 

Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  still. 

5  Jesus,  answer  from  above — 
Justice  lingers  into  love ; 

Wilt  Thou  then  the  wrong  forget  ? 
Suffer  me  to  kiss  Thy  feet? 

6  Now  incline  me  to  repent ! 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament ! 
Now  my  foul  revolt  d  eplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

Wesley. 


204r.  IV.  3. 

OTHOU,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 
delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the 
night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all : 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  with  Thy 
sheep, 
To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
Say  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 


CHRISTIAN   EXPERIENCE.  197 

Oh !  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  Thee, 
Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 

Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they 
see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 


4  Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen 
The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  His  flock  He  has  gone  ? 


This  is  my  beloved,  His  form  is  divine, 
His  vestments  shed  odors  around, 

The  locks  on  His  head  are  as  grapes  on  the 
vine, 
AVhen  autumn  with  plenty  is  crowned. 


His  voice  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet 
Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death  ; 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  His  feet, 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  His  breath. 


His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 
That  waters  the  gardens  of  grace, 

From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  may 
know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  His  face. 


8  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 
And  myriads  wait  for  His  word  : 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  filled  with  His  voice, 
Reechoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 


198     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


205.  III.  3. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 


2  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 
With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe  ; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 
Life  deriving  from  His  death. 


3  Here  I'll  sit  forever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams,  in  streams  of  blood ; 
Precions  drops  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 


4  Lord,  in  ceaseless  contemplation, 
Fix  my  heart   and  eyes  on  Thine, 
Till  I  taste  Thy  whole  salvation, 
Where  unveiled  Thy  glories  shine. 


5  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze  ; 
Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go ; 
Prove  His  blood  each  day  more  healing, 

And  Himself  more  deeply  know. 

'3ryu.es. 


CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE.  199 

206.  III.  2. 

The  Christian  Soldier. 

SOLDIER,  go,  but  not  to  claim 
Mouldering  spoils  of  earth-born  treasure  ; 
Not  to  build  a  vaunting  name, 

Not  to  dwell  in  tents  of  pleasure. 
Dream  not  that  the  way  is  smooth, 

Hope  not  that  the  thorns  are  roses, 
Turn  no  wishful  eye  of  youth 

Where  the  sunny  beam  reposes. 
Thou  hast  sterner  work  to  do, 
Hosts  to  cut  thy  passage  through. 
Close  behind  thee  gulfs  are  burning, 
Forward  then  !  there's  no  returning. 

2  Soldier,  rest,  but  not  for  thee 

Spreads  the  world  her  downy  pillow; 
On  the  rocks  thy  couch  must  be, 

While  around  thee  chafes  the  billow. 
Thine  must  be  a  watchful  sleep ; 

Warier  than  another's  waking. 
Such  a  charge  as  thou  must  keep, 

Brooks  no  moment  of  forsaking. 
Sleep  as  on  the  battle-field, 
Girded — grasping  sword  and  shield ; 
Those  thou  canst  not  name  nor  number, 
Steal  upon  thy  broken  slumber. 

3  Soldier,  rise,  the  war  is  done. 

Lo  !  the  hosts  of  hell  are  flying. 
'Twas  thy  Lord  the  battle  won, 

Jesus  vanquished  them  by  dying. 
Pass  the  stream — before  thee  lies 

All  the  conquered  land  of  glory. 


200     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

Hark !  what  songs  of  rapture  rise  ; 
These  proclaim  the  victor's  story. 
Soldier,  lay  thy  weapons  down, 
Quit  the  sword  and  take  the  crown. 
Triumph  !  all  thy  foes  are  banished, 
Death  is  slain  and  earth  is  vanished. 


SASTCTIFICATION.  201 


IX.  SAKCTIFICATTOK 


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207,  L.  M. 

GOD  !  most  merciful  and  true, 
Thy  nature  to  my  soul  impart ; 

Stablish  with  me  the  covenant  new, 
And  stamp  Thine  image  on  my  heart. 


2  To  real  holiness  restored, 

Oh  !  let  me  gain  my  Saviour's  mind, 
And  in  the  knowledge  of  my  Lord, 
Fullness  of  life  eternal  lind. 

3  Remember,  Lord,  my  sins  no  more, 

That  them  I  may  no  more  forget ; 
But,  sunk  in  guiltless  shame,  adore 
With  speechless  wonder  at  Thy  feet. 

4  Overwhelmed  with  Thy  stupendous  grace 

I  shall  not  in  Thy  presence  move, 
But  breathe  unutterable  praise, 

And  rapturous  awe,  and  silent  love. 

5  Then  every  murmuring  thought  and  vain 

Expires,  in  sweet  confusion  lost ; 
I  can  not  of  my  cross  complain, 
I  can  not  of  my  goodness  boa^t. 
9* 


202     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

6  Pardoned  for  all  that  I  have  done, 
My  mouth  as  in  the  dust  I  hide ; 
And  glory  give  to  God  alone, 
My  God  forever  pacified. 


Wesley. 


208.  L.  M, 

JESUS,  Thy  heavenly  grace  impart, 
And  fix  my  frail,  inconstant  heart, 
That  so  my  chief  desire  may  be 
To  dedicate  myself  to  Thee. 

2  Whate'er  pursuits  my  time  employ, 
Grant  that  this  thought  may  give  me  joy : 
Thou,  Lord,  hast  apprehended  me, 

And  turned  my  wayward  heart  to  Thee. 

3  Renouncing  every  worldly  thing, 
Beneath  the  covert  of  Thy  wing, 
May  this  my  constant  feeling  be, 
That  all  I  want  I  find  in  Thee. 


209.  CM. 

FOREVER  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  Thy  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 


SAXCTIFICATION.  203 

2  3Iy  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  Thy  blood, 
And  cleanse,  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine  own  ; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art  : 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 

My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

1  Th'  atonement  of  Thy  blood  apply, 
Till  faith  to  sight  improve  : 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

Wesley. 


o 


910.  CM. 

H !  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  blood 

So  freelv  shed  for  me. 


2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within. 


'204     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good — 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  Thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 

"Wesley 


211.  L.  M. 

0  JESUS !  let  Thy  dying  cry 
Pierce  to  the  bottom  of  my  heart ; 
Its  evils  cure,  its  wants  supply, 
And  bid  my  unbelief  depart ! 

2  Slay  the  dire  root  and  seed  of  sin ; 

Prepare  for  Thee  the  holiest  place ; 
Then,  O  essential  Love !  come  in, 

And  fill  Thy  house  with  endless  praise. 

3  Let  me,  according  to  Thy  word, 

A  tender,  contrite  heart  receive, 
Which  grieves  at  having  grieved  its  Lord, 
And  never  can  itself  forgive  : 

4  A  heart  Thy  joys  and  griefs  to  feel, 

A  heart  that  can  not  faithless  prove  ; 

A  heart  where  Christ  alone  may  dwell, 

All  praise,  all  meekness,  and  all  love. 

Wesley 


SANCTIFICATION.  205 


212.  L.  M. 


HOW  blest  the  state  of  saints  above, 
Perfect  in  righteousness  anctiove, 
Where  all  is  purity  and  peace, 
And  holy  j 037s  which  never  cease  ! 


2  There  reigns  the  Lord  whom  we  adore, 
Glorious  in  holiness  and  power, 
Arrayed  in  majesty  so  bright, 
ISTo  mortal  eye  could  bear  the  sight. 


3  Know,  O  my  soul !  that  blissful  scene 
Can  ne'er  admit  a  mind  unclean  : 
None  but  the  holy  shall  appear, 
And  see  the  Lord  in  comfort  there. 


4  Our  Saviour,  by  a  heavenly  birth, 
Calls  us  to  holiness  on  earth ; 
Bids  us  from  paths  of  sin  to  fly, 
And  seek  the  joys  above  the  sky. 

5  We  must  have  holy  hearts  and  hands, 
And  feet  that  go  where  He  commands ; 
A  holy  will  to  keep  His  ways, 

And  holy  lips  to  speak  His  praise- 


6  Then  let  our  first,  our  chief  pursuit 
Be  holiness,  in  all  its  fruit ; 
Oh  !  seek  it  in  the  Saviour's  grace, 
And  thus  prepare  to  see  His  face. 

JJURN. 


206     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 


H 


213.  L.  M. 

OLY  Lord  God,  I  love  Thy  truth, 

Nor  flare  Thy  least  commandment  slight ; 
Yet  pierced  by  sin,  the  serpent's  tooth, 
I  mourn  the  anguish  of  the  bite. 


2  But  though  the  poison  lurks  within, 

Hope  bids  me  still  with  patience  wait, 
Till  death  shall  set  me  free  from  sin, 
Free  from  the  thing  I  so  much  hate. 

3  Had  I  a  throne  above  the  rest, 

Where  angels  and  archangels  dwell, 
One  sin  unslain  within  my  breast, 

Would  make  that  heaven  as  dark  as  hell. 

4  The  prisoner  sent  to  breathe  fresh  air, 

And  blessed  with  liberty  again, 
Would  mourn,  were  he  condemned  to  wear 
One  link  of  all  his  former  chain. 

5  But  oh  !  no  foe  invades  the  bliss, 

When  glory  crowms  the  Christian's  head  ; 
One  view  of  Jesus  as  he  is, 

Will  strike  all  sin  forever  dead. 

COW  PER, 


214r.  II.  8. 

THOU  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height, 
Whose  depths,  unfathomed,  no  man  knows  ; 
I  see  from  far  Thy  beauteous  light, 

And  inly  sigh  for  Thy  repose : 
My  heart  is  pained,  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  it  find  rest  in  Thee. 


SAXCTIFICATION.  207 

Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun, 

That  strives  with  Thee  my  heart  to  share  ? 
Ah  !  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 

The  Lord  of  every  motion  there. 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free 
When  it  has  found  its  ail  in  Thee. 


3  Oh  !  crucify  this  self,  that  I 

No  more,  but  Christ  in  me  may  live  ; 
Bid  all  my  vile  affections  die, 

Xor  ]et  one  hateful  lust  survive  ; 
In  all  things  nothing  may  I  see, 
Or  auocht  desire  or  seek  but  Thee. 


Lord,  draw  my  heart  from  earth  away, 
And  make  it  only  know  Thy  call ; 

Speak  to  my  inmost  soul,  and  say, 
I  am  Thy  own,  Thy  God,  Thine  all ; 

Oh  !  dwell  in  me,  fill  all  my  soul, 

And  all  my  powers  by  grace  control. 

Wesley. 


215.  in.  a 

LOVE  Divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  ; 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  Thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  Thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 
Enter  every  longing  heart. 


208       HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Breathe,  oil !  breathe  Thy  loving  spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ! 
Let  us  all  in  Thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  Thy  promised  rest. 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  Thee  as  Thine  host  above ; 
Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  Thy  boundless  love. 

3  Finish,  then,  Thy  new  creation  ; 

Pure,  unspotted,  may  we  be ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation, 

Perfectly  secured  in  Thee. 
Change  from  glory  unto  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place  ;. 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Whiteftrlu 


216.  L.  M. 

The  Request. 

C\  I VE  me  Thy  love,  I  ask  no  more, 
X    This  Thy  bright  glory  I  adore ; 
Inflame  me  with  this  sacred  fire, 
The  source  of  chaste,  divine  desire. 

2  O  Thou  bright  flame !  Thou  radiant  light, 
Strong  and  resistless  is  Thy  might ; 
Sweet  is  Thine  influence  and  power, 

As  the  cool  dew  or  quickening  shower. 

3  Each  view  or  glimpse  of  Thy  bright  throne, 
Renders  my  soul  no  more  its  own  ; 

How  sweetly  is  my  drop  devoured, 
When  into  Thy  wide  ocean  poured. 


SANCTIFICATION.  209 

O  pleasing  death  !  thus  to  expire, 
Is  not  to  fall  but  to  rise  higher ; 
Of  a  poor  atom  to  be  all 
Pure,  bright,  sublime,  angelical. 

Thomas  a  Kempis, 


217.  III.  1. 

IT/TIEN",  niy  Saviour,  shall  I  be 
M     Perfectly  resigned  to  Thee  ? 
Poor  and  vile  in  my  own  eyes, 
Only  in  Thy  wisdom  wise  ? 

2  Only  Thee  content  to  know, 
Ignorant  of  all  below  ? 
Only  guided  by  Thy  light  ? 
Only  mighty  in  Thy  might  ? 

3  Fully  in  my  life  express 
All  the  heights  of  holiness ; 
Sweetly  let  my  spirit  prove 
All  the  depths  of  humble  love. 

Wesley. 


218.  III.  2. 

CENTRE  of  our  hopes  Thou  art, 
End  of  our  enlarged  desires  ; 
Stamp  Thine  image  on  our  heart, 
Fill  us  now  with  heavenly  fires; 
Joined  to  Thee  by  love  divine, 
Seal  our  souls  forever  Thine. 


210     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  All  our  works  in  Thee  be  wrought — 
Leveled  at  one  common  aim ; 

Every  word  and  every  thought 
Purge  in  the  refining  flame  ; 

Lead  us  through  the  paths  of  peace, 

On  to  perfect  holiness. 


Let  us  altogether  rise 

To  Thy  glorious  life  restored  ; 
Here  regain  our  Paradise, 

Here  prepare  to  meet  our  Lord ; 
Here  enjoy  the  earnest  given ; 
Travel  hand  in  hand  to  heaven. 


Wesley. 


219.  C.  M. 

LORD,  fix  a  principle  within 
Of  jealous  godly  fear, 
A  sensibility  to  sin, 

A  pain  to  feel  it  near ; 
I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel, 

Of  pride  or  fond  desire, 
To  catch  the  wandering  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

2  That  I  from  Thee  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  Thy  Spirit  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleshy  heart, 

The  tender  conscience  give  ; 
Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God !  my  conscience  make  ; 
Awake  my  soul  when  sin  is  nigh, 

And  keep  it  still  awake. 


SAXCTIFICATION.  211 

If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray. 

That  moment,  Lord,  reprove, 
And  bring  me  back  into  the  way 

From  which  I  dared  to  move  ; 
Oh !  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul, 
And  drive  me  to  that  blood  again 

Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 


220.  L.  M. 

JESUS,  Thy  boundless  love  to  me 
Xo  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare  ; 
Oh  !  knit  my  thankful  heart  to  Thee, 

And  reign  without  a  rival  there  : 
Thine,  wholly  Thine,  alone  I  am, 
Be  Thou  alone  my  constant  flame. 

2  Oh !  grant  that  nothing  in  my  soul 

May  dwell,  but  Thy  pure  love  alone ; 
Oh !  may  Thy  love  possess  me  whole, 

My  joy,  my  treasure,  and  my  crown  : 
Strange  flames  far  from  my  heart  remove, 
My  every  act,  word,  thought,  be  love. 

3  Unwearied  may  I  this  pursue  ; 

Dauntless  to  the  high  prize  aspire  ; 
Hourly  within  my  soul  renew 

This  holy  flame,  this  heavenly  fire  : 
And  day  and  night,  be  all  my  care 
To  guard  the  sacred  treasure  there. 

4  In  suffering  be  Thy  love  my  peace ; 

In  weakness  be  Thy  love  my  power ; 
And  when  the  storm  of  life  shall  cease, 

Jesus,  in  that  important  hour, 
In  death,  as  life,  be  Thou  my  guide, 
And  save  me,  who  for  me  hast  died. 

Wesley. 


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X.  MISSIONS. 


221.  L.  M. 

YE  Christian  heralds, go  proclaim 
Salvation  in  Immanuel's  name ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  yon  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  holy  zeal  your  hearts  inspire  ; 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  calm  the  savage  breast  to  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  shall  we  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
Meet  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  our  Jesus  Lord  of  all. 


222. 


WATCHMEN,  onward  to  your  stations, 
Blow  the  trumpet  long  and  loud  ; 
Preach  the  Gospel  to  the  nations, 

Speak  to  every  gathering  crowd. 
See  the  day  is  breaking, 
See  the  saints  awaking, 

~No  more  in  sadness  bowed. 


MISSIONS.  213 

2  Watchmen,  hail  the  rising  glory, 

Of  the  great  Messiah's  reign  ; 
Tell  the  Saviour's  bleeding  story, 

Tell  it  to  the  hst'ning  train. 
See  His  love  revealing, 
See  the  Spirit  sealing  : 

'Tis  life  among  the  slain. 

3  "Watchmen,  as  the  clouds  are  flying, 

As  the  doves  in  haste  return  ; 
Thousands  from  amid  the  dying, 

Flee  to  Christ  His  love  to  learn. 
All  their  sighs  and  sadness 
Turn  to  joy  and  gladness, 

When  they  His  grace  discern. 


223.  C.  M. 

OH !  may  the  great  Redeemer's  name 
Through  every  clime  "be  known; 
And  heathen  gods  forsaken  fall, 
And  Jesus  reign  alone. 

2  Heralds  of  peace,  we  come,  we  come, 

On  love's  swift  wings  we  fly  ; 
Ye  dead  in  sin,  oh !  live — ye  dumb, 
In  hallelujahs  cry. 

3  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 

May  Jesus  be  adored ; 
And  earth  with  all  her  millions  shout, 
Hosanna  to  the  Lord. 


224r.  C.  M. 

THE  Son  of  God  is  gone  to  war, 
A  kingly  crown  to  gain ; 
His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar  : 
Who  follows  in  His  train  ? 


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2  Who  best  can  drink  His  cup  of  woe, 

And  triumph  over  pain  ; 
Who  boldest  bears  His  cross  below, 
He  follows  in  His  train. 

3  A  glorious  band  the  chosen  few, 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came  ; 
Twelve  warrior-saints,  the  truth  they  knew, 
And  braved  the  cross  and  flame. 

4  They  climbed  the  dizzy  steep  of  heaven, 

Through  peril,  toil,  and  flame  ; 
O  God !  to  us  may  grace  be  given 

To  follow  in  His  train.  Heber. 


III.  1. 


HASTEN",  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 
When  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation  every  clime, 
Shall  the  Gospel  call  obey. 

2  Mightest  kings  His  power  shall  own, 

Heathen  tribes  His  name  adore ; 
Satan  and  his  hosts  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

3  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain ; 
Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 

4  Bless  we  then  our  gracious  Lord, 

Ever  praise  His  glorious  name  ! 
All  His  mighty  acts  record, 

All  His  wondrous  love  proclaim. 


Lytb. 


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MISSIONS.  215 


226.  III.  5. 

OXGS  anew  of  honor  framing, 

Sing  ye  to  the  Lord  alone, 
All  His  wondrous  works  proclaiming, 

Jesus  wondrous  works  hath  done. 
Glorious  victory 

His  right  hand  and  arm  hath  won. 

Now  He  bids  His  great  salvation 
Through  the  heathen  lands' be  told  : 

Tidings  spread  through  every  nation, 
And  His  acts  of  grace  unfold ! 

All  the  heathen 
Shall  His  righteousness  behold. 


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227.  III.  5. 

HO  can  tell  what  notes  of  sadness 
From  the  hills  and  valleys  rise, 
Where  no  messages  of  gladness 
Echo  from  the  bending  skies  ? 

Where  in  darkness, 
Without  hope,  the  sinner  dies  ? 

Oh !  how  desolate  the  dwelling, 
Where  our  God  is  not  revered ; 

Where  no  song  of  praise  is  swelling, 
Nor  the  voice  of  prayer  is  heard  ; 

Where  religion's 
Cheering  rays  have  disappeared. 

Where  the  seeds  of  sin  are  growing, 

And  the  paths  of  folly  he, 
Where  the  streams  of  death  are  flowing, 

With  destruction  ever  nigh, 
Bid  the  Gospel 

Wave  its  glorious  banners  high. 


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228.  L.  M. 

ARM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake ! 
Put  on  Thy  strength  !  the  nations  shake ! 
And  let  the  world  adoring  see, 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  Thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen  from  Thy  throne — 
I  am  Jehovah — God  alone  ! 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  Almighty  God !  Thy  grace  proclaim. 
In  every  land,  of  every  name  ; 

Let  Zion's  time  of  favor  come ; 

Oh !  bring  the  tribes  of  Israel  home. 

4  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  ! 

Put  on  Thy  strength  !  the  nations  shake  ! 
Let  hostile  powers  before  Thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all. 

Wesley, 


229.  III.  5. 

O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze ; 
See  the  promises  advancing 
To  a  glorious  day  of  grace. 

Blessed  jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

2  Let  the  dark,  benighted  pagan, 
Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 
Once  obtained  on  Calvary. 

Let  the  Gospel 
Loud  resound,  from  pole  to  pole. 


MISSIONS.  217 

Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 

Now,  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night : 

Let  Redemption 
Freely  purchased  win  the  day. 

Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel, 
Win  and  conquer — never  cease  : 

May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply,  and  still  increase  : 

Sway  Thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 


230.  S.M. 

JESUS,  the  Conqueror,  reigns, 
In  glorious  strength  arrayed  ; 
His  kingdom  over  all  maintains, 

And  bids  the  earth  be  glad ! 
Ye  sons  of  men,  rejoice 

In  Jesus'  mighty  love  ; 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
To  Him  who  rules  above. 

2  Extol  His  kingly  power, 

Kiss  the  exalted  Son, 
Who  died,  and  lives  to  die  no  more, 

High  on  His  Father's  throne  : 
Our  Advocate  with  God, 

He  undertakes  our  cause, 
He  spreads  through  all  the  earth  abroad 

The  victory  of  His  cross. 

3  The  world  can  not  withstand 

Its  ancient  Conqueror ; 
The  world  must  sink  beneath  the  band 
"Which  arms  us  for  the  war  : 
10 


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This  is  the  victory, 

Before  our  faith  they  fall ; 

Jesus  hath  died  for  you  and  me : 
Believe  and  conquer  all ! 


"Wesley. 


231.  III.  1. 

HARK!  the  song  of  jubilee, 
Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar  ; 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore. 

2  Hallelujah !  for  the  Lord 

God  Omnipotent  shall  reign : 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

3  See  Jehovah's  banners  furled, 

Sheathed  His   sword:   He   speaks — 'tis 
done ; 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 

4  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 

With  illimitable  sway ; 
He  shall  reign  when  like  a  scroll 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away. 

5  Then  the  end :  beneath  His  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall : 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 
God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 

Montgomery. 

232.  L.M. 

MARKED  as  the  purpose  of  the  skies, 
This  promise  meets  our  anxious  eyes, 
That  heathen  lands  the  Lord  shall  know, 
And,  warm  with  faith,  each  bosom  glow. 


MISSIONS.  219 

2  E'en  now  the  hallowed  scenes  appear ; 
E'en  now  unfolds  the  promised  year ; 
Lo  !  distant  shores  Thy  heralds  trace, 
And  swell  the  tidings  of  thy  grace. 

3  'Mid  burning  climes  and  frozen  plains, 
Where  pagan  darkness  brooding  reigns, 
Oh !  mark  their  steps,  their  fears  subdue, 
And  nerve  their  arm  and  clear  their  view. 

4  When,  worn  by  toil,  their  spirits  fail, 
Bid  them  the  glorious  future  hail ; 
Bid  them  the  crown  of  life  survey, 
And  onward  urge  in  faith  their  way. 

5  O  Lord !  amid  this  gloomy  night, 
Appear  to  bless  our  aching  sight ; 
Turn  Thou  our  darkness  into  day ; 
Let  every  nation  own  Thy  sway. 

Noel. 


238.  III.  L 

WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
T  T      What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ! 
Traveller !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  that  glory-beaming  star ! 
Watchman  !  •  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Traveller !  yes ;  it  brings  the  day — 
Promised  day  of  Israel ! 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night  ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveller!  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller  !  ages  are  its  own : 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 


920     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn ; 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 
Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wand'ring  cease ; 

Haste  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 

Bowring. 


DEATH.  221 


XI.  DEATH. 


A 


234.  S.  M. 

NT)  am  I  born  to  die  ? 

To  lay  this  body  down, 
And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 

Into  a  world  unknown ; 
A  land  of  deepest  shade, 

TTnpierced  by  human  thought, 
The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 

Where  all  things  are  forgot  ? 

Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 

What  will  become  of  me  ? 
Eternal  happiness  or  woe 

Must  then  my  portion  be. 
Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 

I  from  my  grave  shall  rise ; 
And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crowned, 

And  see  the  flaming  skies. 

How  shall  I  leave  my  tomb  ? 

With  triumph  or  regret  ? 
A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 

A  curse  or  blessing  meet  ? 
Will  angel  hands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar, 
Or  devils  drag  my  soul  away, 

To  meet  its  sentence  there  ? 


222     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4  Who  can  resolve  the  doubt 

That  tears  my  anxious  breast  ? 
Shall  I  be  with  the  damned  cast  out, 

Or  numbered  with  the  blest  ? 
I  must  from  God  be  driven, 

Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
Must  come  at  His  command  to  heaven, 
Or  else  depart  to  hell. 

Wesley. 


235.  II.  l. 

,-  Y  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
JLuL     Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 
Around  the  steady  pole : 
Thne,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  through  endless  deeps, 
"Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen ; 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly — 
Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
Thou,  midst  Thy  sublunary  bliss, 

Must  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die  ! 

3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight, 
Beyond  the  vast  ethereal  blue, 
To  sing  above  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  nio-ht. 


DEATH.  223 

236.  S.  M. 

SAVIOUR,  we  wait  the  day, 
The  awful  day  unknown, 
To  quit  our  house,  this  tent  of  clay, 
To  lay  our  bodies  down. 

2  Come,  and  our  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day  ; 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 

3  Oh !  may  we  all  insure 

A  lot  among  the  blest ; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 
An  everlasting  rest. 


237.  C.  M. 

THEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Xame, 
And  humbly  own  to  Thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 

As  months  and  days  increase ; 
And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 

"What  e'er  we  do,  what  e'er  we  be, 

We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

4  Waken,  O  Lord  !  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

Wattr. 


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H 


238.  S.  M. 

The  Rouse  appointed  for  all  Li/ring. 

OW  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 
That  hastens  to  the  sea ! 
How  strong  the  tide  that  bears  our  souls 
On  to  eternity ! 


2  Our  fathers,  where  are  they  ? 

With  all  they  called  their  own, 
Their  joys,  and  griefs,  and  hopes,  and  cares, 
And  wealth,  and  honor  gone ! 

3  There,  where  the  fathers  lie, 

Must  all  the  children  dwell ; 
.  Nor  other  hermitage  possess, 
But  such  a  gloomy  cell. 

4  God  of  our  fathers,  hear, 

Thou  everlasting  Friend ! 
While  we,  on  life's  extremest  verge, 
Our  souls  to  Thee  commend. 

Doddridge. 


239.  III.  3. 

PARTING  soul !  the  floods  await  thee, 
And  the  billows  round  thee  roar  ; 
Yet  rejoice — the  holy  city 
Stands  on  yon  celestial  shore. 

2  There  are  crowns  and  thrones  of  glory, 
There  the  living  waters  glide  ; 
There  the  just,  in  shining  raiment 
Standing  by  Lmnamiel's  side. 


DEATH.  225 

3  Linger  not — the  stream  is  narrow, 
Though  its  cold,  dark  waters  rise  ; 
He  who  passed  the  flood  before  thee, 
Guides  thy  path  to  yonder  skies. 

Edmestqf 


H 


^4:0.  IV.  2. 

OW  solemn  the  signal  I  hear  ! 

The  summons  that  calls  me  away, 
In  regions  unknown  to  appear : 

How  shall  I  the  summons  obey  ? 

What  scenes  in  that  world  shall  arise. 

When  life's  latest  sigh  shall  be  fled, 

And  darkness  has  sealed  up  my  eyes, 

And  deep  in  the  dust  I  am  laid  ? 

No  longer  the  world  I  can  view, 

The  scenes  which  so  long  I  have  known ; 
My  friends  I  must  bid  you  adieu, 

For  here,  I  must  travel  alone  : 
Yet  here  my  Redeemer  has  trod, 

His  hallowed  footsteps  I  know ; 
I'll  trust  for  defense  to  His  rod, 

And  lean  on  His  staff  as  I  go. 


241.  C.  M. 

WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  His  arms. 
10* 


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2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 
* 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  once  the  flesh  of  Jesus  lay. 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  His  saints  He  blessed, 

And  hallowed  every  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest 
But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  He  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way ! 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  : 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies ! 

Watts. 


N 


242.  L.  M. 

OW  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 

Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 


2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 


DEATH.  227 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers,  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large  ; 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  His  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above  ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now, 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

Gibbons 


243.  CM. 

A  ND  let  this  feeble  body  fail. 
f\    And  let  it  faint  and  die ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high : 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest, 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants. 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  "hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain  : 
I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 

Till  my  Deliv'rer  come  ; 
And  wipe  away  His  servant's  tears, 

And  take  His  exile  home. 


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3  Oh  !  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me ! 

Before  my  ravished  eyes 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  Paradise  ! 
I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there; 
They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 

And  conq'ring  palms  they  bear. 

4  Oh !  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  Thou  count  me  meet 
With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  Thy  feet  ? 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  ; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 


Wesley, 


244,.  L.  M. 

OHRINKING  from  the  cold  hand  of  death, 
0     I  soon  shall  gather  up  my  feet ; 
Shall  soon  resign  this  fleeting  breath, 
And  die,  my  fathers'  God  to  meet. 

2  Numbered  among  Thy  people,  I 

Expect  with  joy  Thy  face  to  see ;  • 
Because  Thou  didst  for  sinners  die  ; 
Jesus,  in  death  remember  me. 

3  Oh !  that  without  a  lingering  groan, 

I  may  Thy  welcome  word  receive ! 
My  body  with  my  charge  lay  down, 
And  cease  at  once  to  work  and  live. 


DEATH.  229 

Walk  with  me  through  the  dreadful  shade, 
And,  certified  that  Thou  art  mine, 

My  spirit,  calm  and  undismayed, 
I  shall  into  Thy  hands  resign. 

No  anxious  doubt,  no  guilty  gloom, 

Shall  damp  whom  Jesus'  presence  cheers ; 

My  light,  my  life,  my  God  is  come, 
And  glory  in  His  face  appears ! 

Wesley. 


£4=5.  III.  3. 

HAPPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 
All  thy  mourning  days  below; 
Go,  by  thy  angel  guards  attended, 

To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go. 
Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo !  the  Saviour  stands  above, 
Shows  the  purchase  of  His  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

2  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion 
To  thy  great  Redeemer's  breast ; 
To  His  uttermost  salvation, 

To  His  everlasting  rest. 
For  the  joy  He  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain : 
Die  to  live  a  life  of  glory ! 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

Wesley. 


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I 


246.  L.  M. 

N"  age  and  feebleness  extreme, 

Who  shall  a  sinful  worm  redeem  ? 
'Tis  only  Jesus  by  His  blood 
Can  raise  a  sinking  soul  to  God. 

Jesus,  my  only  hope  Thou  art, 
Strength  of  my  failing  flesh  and  heart ; 
Oh !  let  me  catch  one  smile  from  thee, 
And  drop  into  eternity ! 

Wesley. 


247.  L.  M. 

PASS  a  few  swiftly  fleeting  years, 
And  all  that  now  in  bodies  live 
Shall  quit,  like  me,  this  vale  of  tears, 
Their  righteous  sentence  to  receive. 

2  But  all,  before  they  hence  remove, 

May  mansions  for  themselves  prepare, 
In  that  eternal  house  above : 

And  O  my  God  !  shall  I  be  there  ? 

Wesley, 


248.  L.  M. 

HOW  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies ! 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest, 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 

How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast. 

2  So  fades  a  summer's  cloud  away, 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er, 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day, 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 


DEATH.  231 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calni  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ; 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears  : 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

5  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies ; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies." 

Barbauld. 


24=9.  C  M 

YE  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell, 
With  all  your  feeble  light; 
Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon, 
Pale  empress  of  the  night ; 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 

In  brighter  flames  arrayed ; 
My  soul,  that  springs  beyond  thy  sphere, 
No  more  demands  thy  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode  ; 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts, 
Where  I  shall  see  my  God. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  His  beams  display ; 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
With  that  unvaried  day. 


232     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  my  eyes  ; 
Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline 
Amidst  those  brighter  skies. 

6  There  all  the  millions  of  His  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite, 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view, 
With  infinite  delight. 

Doddridge. 


i 


250.  C  M. 

N  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 

The  moment  after  death — 
The  glories  that  surround  the  saint, 

When  he  resigns  his  breath. 


2  One  gentle  sigh  his  fetter  breaks ; 

We  scarce  can  say,  "  He's  gone," 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Her  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail 

To  trace  her  heavenward  flight; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 
Which  hides  that  world  of  light. 

4  Thus  much  (and  this  is  all)  we  know — 

They  are  supremely  blest ; 
Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  woe, 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

5  On  harps  of  gold  His  name  they  praise, 

His  presence  always  view : 
And  if  we  here  their  footsteps  trace, 
There  Ave  shall  praise  Him  too. 

Newton. 


DEATH.  233 


251.  C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 
Eternal  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands, 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  rny  clay 

Must  be  dissolved,  and  fall ; 

Then,  O  my  soul !  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

3  'Tis  He,  by  His  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for. heaven  ; 
And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Has  His  own  spirit  given. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

Faith  lives  upon  His  word  ; 

But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 

We're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleasant  to  believe  Thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  see  ; 
We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 
And  present,  Lord,  with  Thee. 

Watts. 


252.  a  M. 

Unity  of  the  Church. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
Who  have  obtained  the  prize ; 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
To  joy  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  saints  below  His  j;>raises  sing, 
With  those  to  glory  gone ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 


234     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  One  family,  we  live  in  Him, 

One  church  above,  beneath : 
Though  now  we're  parted  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  commands  we  bow; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood. 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  be  our  constant  guide  : 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  the  cold  waves  of  death  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

Wesley 


253. 

WHAT'S  this  that  steals— 
*  *    That  steals  upon  my  frame  ? 
Is  it  death  ? 
That  soon  will  quench — 
Will  quench  this  vital  flame  ? 
Is  it  death  ? 
If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
I  shall  the  King  of  Glory  see : 
All  is  well. 

2  Weep  not,  my  friends — 

My  friends,  weep  not  for  me ; 
All  is  well : 
My  sins  forgiven — 
Forgiven  !  I  am  free  ; 
All  is  well : 


DEATH.  235 

There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise 
To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  eyes  ; 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies  : 
All  is  well. 

Hark  !  hark  !  my  Lord — 
My  Lord  and  Master's  voice 
Calls  away ; 
I  soon  shall  see— 
Enjoy  my  happy  choice : 
Why  delay? 
Farewell,  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu  ! 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you ; 
The  glitt'ring  crow^n  appears  in  view  : 
All  is  well. 

Hail !  hail !  ail  hail- 
All  hail,  ye  blood-washed  throng, 
Saved  by  grace ! 
I  come  to  j(*in — 
To  join  your  rapturous  song. 
Saved  by  grace  : 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine, 
And  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine : 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb  ! 
All  is  well. 


254,. 

The   Young  Christian's  Death. 

AGAIX  we  lift  our  voice, 
And  shout  our  solemn  joy ; 
Cause  of  highest  raptures  this, 
Rapture  that  shall  never  fail : 
See  a  soul  escaped  to  bliss, 
Keep  the  Christian  festival. 


236     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2       Our  friend  is  gone  before, 
To  that  celestial  shore  ; 

He  hath  left  his  mates  behind, 
He  hath  all  the  storms  outrode, 

Found  the  rest  we  toil  to  find, 
Landed  in  the  arms  of  God. 


And  shall  we  mourn  to  see 

Our  fellow-prisoner  free  ? 
Free  from  doubts,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 

In  the  haven  of  the  skies  ? 
Can  we  weep  to  see  the  tears 

Wiped  forever  from  his  eyes  ? 

No,  dear  companion,  no ! 

We  gladly  let  thee  go 
From  a  suffering  Church  beneath, 

To  a  reigning  Church  above  : 
Thou  hast  more  th&n  conquered  death, 

Thou  art  crowned  with  life  and  love. 

Thou  in  thy  youthful  prime 

Hast  leaped  the  bounds  of  time  : 
Suddenly  from  earth  released, 

Lo !  we  now  rejoice  for  thee ; 
Taken  to  an  early  rest, 

Caught  into  eternity. 

Thither  may  we  repair, 

That  glorious  bliss  to  share : 
We  shall  see  the  welcome  day, 

We  shall  to  the  summons  bow. ; 
Come,  Redeemer,  come  away  ; 

Now  prepare,  and  take  us  now. 


DEATH.  233 

355.  III.  3. 

An  Infant  dying  at  day-break  to  its  Mother. 

C1EASE,  here  longer  to  detain  me, 
J     Kindest  mother,  drowned  in  woe  : 
Xow  thy  fond  caresses  pain  me  ; 
Morn  advances,  let  me  go. 

2  See  yon  Orient  streak  appearing, 

Harbinger  of  endless  day  : 
Hark,  a  voice  the  darkness  cheering, 
Calls  my  new-born  soul  away. 

3  Lately  launched  a  trembling  stranger, 

On  the  world's  wild  boisterous  flood ; 
Pierced  with  sorrows,  tossed  with  danger, 
Gladly  I  return  to  God. 

4  Xow,  my  cries  shall  cease  to  grieve  thee, 

Xow  my  trembling  heart  find  rest ; 
Kinder  arms  than  thine  receive  me, 
Softer  pillow  than  thy  breast. 

5  Weep  not  o'er  these  eyes  that  languish, 

Upward  turning  towards  their  home  ; 
Raptured,  they'll  forget  all  anguish, 
While  they  wait  to  see  thee  come. 

6  There,  my  mother,  pleasures  centre  : 

Weeping,  parting,  care,  or  woe, 
Ne'er  our  Father's  home  shall  enter  : 
Morn  advances,  let  me  go. 

7  As  through  this  calm,  this  holy  dawning, 

Silent  glides  my  parting  breath, 
To  an  everlasting  morning, 
Gently  close  my  eyes  in  death. 


238     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

8  Blessings  endless,  richest  blessings, 

Pour  their  streams  upon  thine  heart, 
(Though  no  language  yet  possessing) 
Breathes  my  spirit  ere  we  part. 

9  Yet  to  leave  thee  sorrowing  rends  me  : 

Though  again  His  voice  I  hear  : 
Rise,  may  every  grace  attend  thee, 
Rise,  and  seek  to  meet  me  there. 


Cecil. 


256.  CM. 

ALAS !  how  changed  that  lovely  flower, 
Which  bloomed  and  cheered  my  heart ; 
Fair  fleeting  comfort  of  an  hour, 
How  soon  we're  called  to  part : 

2  And  shall  my  bleeding  heart  arraign 

That  God  whose  ways  are  love  ? 
Or  vainly  cherish  anxious  pain, 
For  her  who  rests  above  ? 

3  No !  let  me  rather  humbly  pay 

Obedience  to  His  will : 
And  with  my  inmost  spirit  say, 
"  The  Lord  is  righteous  still." 

4  From  adverse  blasts  and  lowering  storms 

Her  favored  soul  He  bore  ! 
And  with  yon  bright  angelic  forms 
She  lives  to  die  no  more. 

5  Why  should  I  vex  my  heart,  or  fast  ? 

No  more  she'll  visit  me  ; 
My  soul  will  mount  to  her  at  last, 
And  there  my  child  I'll  see. 


DEATH.  230 

6  Prepare  me,  blessed  Lord,  to  share, 
The  bliss  Thy  jDeople  prove  : 
Who  round  Thy  glorious  throne  appear, 
And  dwell  in  perfect  love. 


257.  L.  M. 

LOXG  let  the  breathing"  music  float, 
That  soothes  the  dying  child  to  rest, 
And  gently  swell  each  rising  note, 
That  waits  it  to  the  Saviour's  breast* 

2  Oh !  when  the  youthful  Christian  dies, 

How  soft  the  strains  that  angels  raise  ! 
At  rest  on  their  bright  wings  he  lies, 
And  learns  their  thrilling  notes  of  praise 

3  Sweet  is  His  Saviour's  welcome  there, 

And  sweet  the  voice  that  bids  him  rest : 
Oh  !  let  me  live  a  life  so  fair, 
Oh !  let  me  die  a  death  so  blest. 


258.  III.  2. 

WHEREFORE  should  I  make  my  moan, 
Xow  the  darling  child  is  dead  ? 
He  to  early  rest  is  gone, 
He  to  Paradise  is  fled. 
I  shall  go  to  him,  but  he 
Never  shall  return  to  me. 

2  God  forbids  his  longer  stay, 

God  recalls  the  precious  loan, 

God  hath  taken  him  away, 
From  my  bosom  to  His  own  ; 

Surely  what  He  wills  is  best, 

Happy  in  His  will  I  rest. 


240     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETItt. 

3  Faith  cries  out,  It  is  the  Lord, 

Let  Him  do  as  seems  Him  good ; 

Be  Thy  Holy  name  adored  : 
Take  the  gift  awhile  bestowed  ; 

Take  the  child  no  longer  mine, 

Thine  he  is,  forever  Thine. 


Wesley. 


259.  III.  3. 

HARK !  what  voice  of  love  is  speaking, 
Mid  these  throes  of  pain  and  death  ? 
Light  upon  my  soul  is  breaking, 

E'en  while  struggling  thus  for  breath. 
Welcome  then  this  dying  anguish, 

These  cold  dews  that  steep  my  brow  ; 
That  blest  hour  for  which  I  languish, 
Can  not  be  far  distant  now. 

2  All  my  outward  senses  failing, 

Part  me  from  terrestrial  things ; 
But  my  soul,  new  life  inhaling, 

Fluttering,  striving,  spreads  her  wings. 
Ye  who  tenderest  watch  are  keeping, 

Though  these  hours  seem  dark  indeed, 
Think  while  o'er  my  sufferings  weeping, 

Thus  the  imprisoned  soul  is  freed. 

3  Be  the  prison  here  demolished, 

King  of  terrors  !  break  them  down  ; 
But  thy  further  power  abolished, 

Christ  thy  conqueror  thou  must  own ; 
He  is  with  me,  He  is  near  me, 

He  thy  every  stroke  directs ; 
His  beloved  accents  cheer  me, 

He  the  soul  he  saved  protects. 


DEATH.  241 

4  Lord,  Thou  earnest  to  receive  rne : 

Oh !  what  faithfulness  is  Thine  ! 
Now  when  every  friend  must  leave  me, 

Come  to  be  forever  mine. 
Lo !  the  beatific  vision 

Breaks  on  my  enraptured  sight : 
Weighed  with  this  divine  fruition, 

E'en  the  pangs  of  death  seem  light. 


260. 

npHOU  art  gone  to  the  grave !  but  we  will 

1  not  deplore  thee, 

Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass 
the  tomb  ; 
The  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portals 
before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  His  love  is  the   guide 
through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  we  no  longer 

behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  paths  of  the  world 
by  thy  side ; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to 
enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  die,  for  the  Sinless  hath 
died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  !  and  its  mansion 

forsaking, 
What  though  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  linger- 
ed long ; 
The  sunshine  of  Paradise    beamed  on  thy 
waking, 
And  the    sound  which  thou  heard  st  was 
the  seraphim's  song. 


242     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  but  we  will  not 
deplore  thee, 
For  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian  and 
guide ; 
He  gave  thee,  He  took  thee,  and  He  will 
restore  thee : 
And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour 
hath  died. 

Heber, 


281.  m.  4. 

LET  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking — 
Dear  companions,  let  me  go ; 
We  have  spent  a  night  of  waking, 

In  the  wilderness  below  ; 
Upward  now  I  bend  my  way ; 
Part  we  here  at  break  of  day. 

2  Let  me  go  ;  I  may  not  tarry 

Wrestling  thus  with  doubts  and  fears ; 
Angels  wait  my  soul  to  carry 

Where  my  risen  Lord  appears. 
Friends  and  kindred,  weep  not  so — 
If  ye  love  me  let  me  go. 

3  We  have  travelled  long  together, 

Hand  in  hand,  and  heart  in  heart, 
Both  through  fair  and  stormy  weather, 

And  'tis  hard,  'tis  hard  to  part ; 
While  I  sigh,  "farewell!"  to  you, 
Answer,  one  and  all,  adieu ! 

4  'Tis  not  darkness  gathering  round  me, 

That  withdraws  me  from  your  sight ; 
Walls  of  flesh  no  more  can  bound  me; 

But,  translated  into  light, 
Like  the  lark  on  mounting  wing, 
Though  unseen  you  hear  me  sing, 


243 

Heaven's  broad  day  hath  o'er  me  broken, 
Far  beyond  earth's  span  of  sky. 

Am  I  dead  ?  Xay,  by  this  token, 
Know  that  I  have  ceased  to  die ; 

Would  you  solve  the  mystery, 

Come  up  hither — come  and  see. 

Montgomery. 


i 


262.  II.  4. 

F  death  my  friends  and  me  divide, 

Thou  dost  not  Lord,  my  sorrow  chide, 

Or  frown, my  tears  to  see  ; 
Restrained  from  passionate  exc* 
Thou  bid'st  me  mourn  hi  calm  distress 

For  those  that  rest  in  Thee. 

I  feel  a  strong,  immortal  hope, 
Which  bears  my  mournful  spirit  up 

Beneath  its  mountain  load  : 
Redeemed  from  death,  and  grief  and  pain, 
I  soon  shall  find  my  friend  again 

Within  the  arms  of  God. 

Pass  a  few  fleeting  moments  more, 
And  death  the  blessing  shall  restore 

Which  death  hath  snatched  away ; 
For  me  Thou  wilt  the  summons  send, 
And  give  me  back  my  parted  friend 

In  that  eternal  day. 

Wesley. 


263.  III.  L 

HARK !  a  voice  divides  the  sky  ! 
Happy  are  the  faithful  dead, 
In  the  Lord  who  sweetly  die! 

They  from  all  their  toils  are  freed. 


244     HYMNS  AND   DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Ready  for  tlieir  glorious  crown — 

Sorrows  past  and  sins  forgiven — 
Here  they  lay  their  burthen  down, 
Hallowed  and  made  meet  for  heaven. 

3  When  from  flesh  the  spirit  freed, 

Hastens  homeward  to  return, 
Mortals  cry — "  A  man  is  dead  !" 
Angels  sing — "  A  child  is  horn  !" 

4  Born  into  the  world  above, 

They  our  happy  brother  greet ; 
Bear  him  to  the  throne  of  love, 
Place  him  at  the  Saviour's  feet ! 

5  Jesus  smiles,  and  says,  "  Well  done !" 

Good  and  faithful  servant  thou ! 
Enter  and  receive  thy  crown  ! 
Reign  with  me  triumphant  now. 

Wesle? 


264r.  III.  1. 

!0  !  the  prisoner  is  released, 
J     Lightened  of  his  fleshy  load  ; 
Where  the  weary  are  at  rest, 
He  is  gathered  unto  God. 
Lo  !  the  pain  of  life  is  past, 

And  his  warfare  now  is  o'er  ; 
Death  and  hell  behind  are  cast, 
Grief  and  suffering  are  no  more. 

I  Yes  !  the  Christian's  course  is  run, 

Ended  is  the  glorious  strife  ; 
Fought  the  fight,  the  crown  is  Avon, 

Death  is  swallowed  up  of  life. 
Borne  by  angels  on  their  wings, 

Far  from  earth  his  spirit  flies 
To  the  Lord  he  loved,  and  sings 

Triumphing  in  paradise. 


DEATH.  245 

Join  we  then  with  one  accord 

In  the  new  and  joyful  song ; 
Absent  from  our  glorious  Lord 

"We  shall  not  continue  long ; 
We  shall  quit  the  house  of  clay 

Better  joys  witji  Hirn  to  share  ; 
We  shall  see  the  realms  of  day, 

We  shall  meet  our  brethren  there. 

SLEY. 


265.  III.  5. 

TOSSED  no  more  on  life's  rough  billow, 
All  the  storms  of  sorrow  fled ; 
Death  has  found  a  quiet  pillow 
For  the  faithful  Christian's  head  ; 

Peaceful  slumbers 
Guarding  o'er  his  lowly  bed. 

2  Oh  !  may  we  be  reunited 

To  the  spirits  of  the  just — 
Leaving  all  that  sin  hath  blighted, 
With  corruption  in  the  dust. 

Hear  us,  Jesus, 
Thou  our  Lord,  our  life,  our  trust. 


266.  II.  1. 

A  XD  am  I  only  born  to  die — 
JlX     And  must  I  certainly  comply 
With  nature's  stern  decree  ? 
What  after  death  with  me  remains, 
Celestial  joys,  or  hellish  pains, 
To  all  eternity  ? 

2  How  then  ought  I  in  earth  to  live 
While  God  prolongs  the  kind  reprieve, 
And  props  the  house  of  clay  ? 


246     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

My  sole  concern,  my  single  care 
To  watch  and  tremble  and  prepare 
Against  the  final  day. 

3  No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For  worldly  hope,  or  worldly  fear, 

If  life  so  soon  is  gone  ; 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door, 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 

Th'  inexorable  throne. 

4  No  matter  what  my  thoughts  employ, 
A  moment's  misery  or  joy  ; 

But  oh  !  when,  both  shall  end, 
Where  shall  I  find  my  destined  place  ? 
Shall  I  my  everlasting  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  spend  ? 

5 'Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

Which  never,  never  dies. 
How  make  mine  own  election  sure, 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies  ? 


Wesley. 


A 


267.  S.  M. 

ND  must  this  body  die, 

This  mortal  frame  decay ; 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 

Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 


2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 
Shall  but  refine  this  flesh ; 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes, 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 


DEATH.  247 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  skies, 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  He  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine  ; 
And  every  shape  and  every  face 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe, 

To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  His  grace  below, 
And  sing  His  power  above. 

6  O  Lord  !  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs ; 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise, 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

Watts. 


268.  1m.  M. 

JESUS,  once  numbered  with  the  dead, 
Unseals  His  eyes  to  weep  no  more ; 
And  ever  lives  their  cause  to  plead 
For  whom  the  pains  of  death  He  bore. 

2  Then  though  in  dust  I  lay  my  head. 

Yet  gracious  Lord  Thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  fiash  forever  with  the  dead, 

Xor  lose  Thv  children  in  the  grave. 


269.  S.M. 


I)  EST  from  thy  labor,  rest, 
1     Soul  of  the  just,  set  free  ; 
Blest  be  thy  memory,  and  blest 
Thy  bright  example  be. 


248     HYMNS  AND   DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Faith,  perseverance,  zeal, 

Language  of  light  and  power ; 
Love  prompt  to  act,  and  quick  to  feel, 
Marked  thee  till  life's  last  hour. 

3  Now  toil  and  conflict  o'er, 

Go  take  with  saints  thy  place  ; 
But  go  as  each  has  gone  before, 
A  sinner  saved  by  grace. 

4  Lord  Christ,  into  Thy  hands 

Our  pastor  we  resign, 
And  now  we  wait  Thine  own  commands, 
We  were  not  his  but  Thine. 

5  Thou  art  Thy  Church's  head, 

And  when  the  members  die, 
Thou  raisest  others  in  their  stead : 
To  Thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

6  On  Thee  our  hopes  depend, 

We  gather  round  our  Rock ; 
Send  whom  Thou  wilt,  but  condescend 
Thyself  to  feed  Thy  flock. 


270.  L.M. 

npHE  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 
X     I  hear  the  voice  which  calls  me  home  ; 
At  length,  O  Lord !  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  Thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run, 
The  combat's  o'er,  the  prize  is  won ; 
And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 
And  now  my  record's  in  the  sky. 


DEATH.  249 

3  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust, 
I  bow  before  Thee  in  the  dust ; 

And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone, 
I  look  for  mercy  to  Thy  throne. 

4  I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear, 
Save  for  the  friends  I  hold  so  dear ; 
To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord,  descend, 
And  to  the  friendless  prove  a  friend. 

5  I  come,  I  come,  at  Thy  command, 
I  give  my  spirit  to  Thy  hand ; 
Stretch  forth  Thy  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alar: 

6  The  hour  of  my  departure's  come, 

I  hear  the  voice  which  calls  me  home  ; 
Now,  O  my  God !  let  trouble  cease, 
Now  let  thy  servant  die  in  peace. 


271.  L.  M. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep ! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep  ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus,  oh  !  how  sweet, 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  hath  lost  its  painful  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  bk 

Xo  fear,  no  woe  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 
11* 


250     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus,  oh !  for  ine 
May  such,  a  blissful  refuge  be  ; 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  ; 
But  there  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

Mrs.  Mackay. 


272.  L,  M. 

UNVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 
Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room 
Awhile  to  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  ISTo  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear, 

Invades  Thy  bounds !  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  forms  which  slumber  here, 
And  angels  watch  their  soft  repose. 

3  Lo  !  Jesus  slept — God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blessed 
the  bed ; 
Rest  here,  dear  saint !  till  from  His  throne 
The  morning  break  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  His  throne,  Illustrious  Morn, 

Attend  O  Earth !  His  sovereign  word  ; 
Restore  thy  trust — a  glorious  form, 
Called  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord. 

"Watts. 


273.  S.  M. 

O  ERVANT  of  God,  well  done  ! 
O     Rest  from  thy  loved  employ  ; 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 


DEATH.  251 

The  voice  at  midnight  came, 

He  started  up  to  hear, 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame, 

He  fell — but  felt  no  fear. 

2  Tranquil  amidst  alarms, 

It  found  him  on  the  field ; 
A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms 

Beneath  his  red  cross  shield. 
His  sword  was  in  his  hand, 

Still  warm  with  recent  fight, 
Ready  that  moment  at  command, 

Through  rock  and  steel  to  smite. 

3  It  was  a  two-edged  blade, 

Of  heavenly  temper  keen ; 
And  double  were  the  wounds  it  made, 

Where'er  it  glanced  between. 
'Twas  death  to  sin — 'twas  life 

To  all  who  mourned  for  sin  ; 
It  kindled  and  it  silenced  strife, 

Made  war  and  peace  within. 

4  Oft  with  its  fiery  force 

His  arm  had  quelled  the  foe ; 
And  laid  resistless  in  his  course, 

The  alien  armies  low. 
Bent  on  such  glorious  toils, 

The  world  to  him  was  loss ; 
Yet  all  his  trophies,  all  his  spoils, 

He  hung  upon  the  Cross. 

5  At  midnight  came  the  cry, 

To  meet  thy  God  prepare  ; 
He  woke  and  caught  his  Captain's  eye ; 

Then  strong  in  faith  and  prayer, 
His  spirit  with  a  bound, 

Left  its  encumbering*  clay ; 
His  tent  at  sunrise  on  the  ground, 

A  darkened  ruin  lay. 


252      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

6  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 
Labor  and  sorrow  cease ; 
And  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 

His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 
Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 
Praise  be  thy  new  employ ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 

Montgomery. 


RESURRECTION.  253 


XII.  RESUKRECTION. 


EASTEE. 


274.    .  II.  4. 

AWAKE,  our  drowsy  souls, 
And  burst  the  slothful  band  ; 
The  wonders  of  this  day 

Our  noblest  songs  demand. 
Auspicious  morn,  thy  blissful  rays 
Bright  seraphs  hail  in  songs  of  praise. 

2  At  thy  approaching  dawn, 

Reluctant  death  resigned 
The  glorious  Prince  of  life, 

In  dark  domains  confined. 
Th'  angelic  host  around  Him  bends, 
And  midst  their  shouts  the  God  ascends. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings, 
While  earth  in  humbler  strains 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings. 
Worthy  art  Thou  who  once  was  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign, 

4  Gird  on,  great  God,  Thy  sword, 

Ascend  Thy  conquering  car, 
While  justice,  truth,  and  love, 

Maintain  the  glorious  war. 
Victorious  Thou  Thy  foes  shalt  tread, 
And  sin  and  hell  in  triumph  lead. 

Scott. 


254     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


275.  III.  1. 

HAIL  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise 
Glorious  to  His  native  skies ! 
Christ  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Enters  now  the  gates  of  heaven. 

2  There  the  glorious  triumph  waits  : 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates ! 
Christ  hath  vanquished  death  and  sin ; 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in. 

3  See  the  heaven  its  Lord  receives  ! 
Yet  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves : 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  His  own. 

4  Still  for  us  He  intercedes, 

His  prevailing  death  He  pleads ; 
Near  Himself  prepares  our  place, 
Great  forerunner  of  our  race. 

5  What  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
Far  above  yon  starry  height ; 
Thither  our  affections  rise, 
Following  Him  beyond  the  skies. 

Map  an 


276.  L.  M, 

WHEN  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is  strong, 
His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad,  my  heart ;  rejoice,  my  tongue  ; 
My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God,  Thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  soul  forever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lose  Thy  children  in  the  grave. 


RESUKKECTION.  255 

3  My  flesh  shall  Thy  first  call  obey, 

Shake  off  the  dust,  and  rise  on  high ; 
Then  shalt  Thou  lead  the  wondrous  way 
Up  to  Thy  throne  above  the  sky. 

4  There  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow ; 

And  full  discov'ries  of  thy  grace 
(Which  we  but  tasted  here  below) 

Spread  heavenly  joys  through   all  the 
place. 


277.  HI.  1. 

MARY  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn ; 
Spice  she  brought,  and  sweet  perfume. 
But  the  Lord  she  loved  had  gone. 

2  For  awhile  she  lingering  stood, 

Filled  with  sorrow  and  surprise  ; 
Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood' 
Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

3  But  her  sorrows  quickly  fled 

"When  she  heard  His  welcome  voice, 
Christ  had  risen  from  the  dead, 
Now  He  bids  her  heart  rejoice. 

4  What  a  change  His  word  can  make, 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ! 
Ye  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake, 
He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 

Newton. 

-     278. 

STAND  th'  omnipotent  decree, 
Jehovah's  will  be  done  ; 
Nature's  end  we  wait  to  see, 
And  hear  her  final  groan. 


256     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

Let  those  poncl'rous  orbs  descend 

And  grind  ns  into  dust ; 
Let  this  earth  dissolve  and  blend 

In  death  the  wicked  and  the  just. 

2  Rests  secure  the  righteous  man ; 

At  his  Redeemer's  beck, 
Sure  to  emerge  and  rise  again 

And  mount  above  the  wreck ; 
Lo !  the  heavenly  spirit  towers, 

Like  flames  o'er  nature's  funeral  pyre ; 
Triumphs  in  immortal  powers, 

And  claps  his  wings  of  fire. 

3  Nothing  hath  the  just  to  lose,. 

By  worlds  on  worlds  destroyed ; 
Far  beneath  his  feet  he  views 

With  smiles  the  flaming  void  ; 
Sees  this  universe  renewed — 

The  grand  millennial  reign  begun ; 
Shouts  with  all  the  sons  of  God 

Around  the  eternal  throne. 

4  Resting  in  this  glorious  hope 

To  be  at  last  restored, 
Yield  we  now  our  bodies  up 

To  earthquake,  plague,  or  sword ; 
Listening  for  the  call  divine, 

The  latest  trumpet  of  the  seven, 
£oon  our  soul  and  form  shall  join, 

And  both  fly  up  to  heaven. 

WesleV 


JUDGMENT. 


XIII.  JUDGMEXT. 


D 


279.  HI-  5. 

AY  of  judgment,  clay  of  wonders, 

Hark !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round. : 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinners  heart  confound  ! 

2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine ! 
You  who  long  for  His  appearing, 
Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine  !" 

Gracious  Saviour 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  Thine. 

3  At  His  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea  ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature  shaken, 
At  His  call  prepare  to  flee : 

Careless  sinner, 
"What  will  then  "become  of  thee  ? 

Newton. 


280.  S.  M, 


THOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 
Before  whose  bar  severe, 
With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 
We  all  shall  soon  appear  ; 


258     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

Our  souls  by  grace  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 

And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 

2  To  pray  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 

Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down, 
Th'  immortal  Son  of  Man, 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  Thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 

With  all  Thy  glorious  grace. 

3  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

T'  increase  our  gracious  fears, 
Forever  let  the  archangel's  voice 

Be  sounding  in  our  ears 
The  solemn  midnight  cry, 

"  Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come ! 
Arise,  and  meet  Him  in  the  sky, 

And  meet  your  instant  doom !" 

4  Oh !  may  we  thus  be  found 

Obedient  to  Thy  word, 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 

And  looking  for  our  Lord  ! 
Oh  !  may  we  all  insure 

A  lot  among  the  blest ; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 

An  everlasting  rest. 

Weslfy, 


s 


281.  III.  5. 

EE  the  eternal  Judge  descending, 

Seated  on  His  father's  throne ; 
Now,  O  sinner  !  now  lamenting, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom, 

Trumpets  call  thee  ; 
Stand  and  hear  thv  awful  doom. 


JUDGMENT.  259 

2  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love  ; 
Oh  !  that  I  had  sought  His  favor, 
When  I  felt  the  Spirit  move ! 

Lost  forever, 
For  I  have  against  Him  strove. 

3  All  His  warnings  I  have  slighted, 

"While  He  daily  sought  my  soul ; 
If  my  vows  to  Him  I  plighted, 
Yet  for  sin  I  broke  them  all, 

Golden  moments  ! 
How  neglected  did  they  roll ! 

Reed. 


282.  C.  M. 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  Thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "  Depart !" 

3  What,  to  be  banished  for  my  life 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 

To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 

Yet  death  forever  fly ! 

4  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair ! 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  His  love  ! 

5  Oh  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  Thy  hands  ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  Thy  book, 
Where  mv  salvation  stands.  Watts. 


260     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

283.  II.  4. 

The  Midnight  Cry.    Matt.  25 :  6. 

YE  virgin  souls,  arise, 
With  all  the  dead  awake, 
Unto  salvation  wise, 

Oil  in  your  vessels  take : 
Upstarting  at  the  midnight  cry, 
Behold  your  heavenly  bridegroom  nigh  ! 

2  He  comes,  He  comes,  to  call 

The  nations  to  his  bar, 
And  take  to  glory  all 

Who  meet  for  glory  are  : 
Make  ready  for  your  free  reward, 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord. 

3  Ye  that  have  here  received 

The  unction  from  above, 
And  in  His  spirit  lived, 

And  thirsted  for  His  love  ; 
Jesus  shall  claim  you  for  His  bride — 
Rejoice  with  all  the  sanctified. 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope 

Of  that   great  day  unknown, 
When  you  shall  be  caught  up, 

To  stand  before  His  throne  ; 
•  Called  to  partake  the  marriage  feast, 
And  lean  on  our  Immanuel's  breast. 

5  May  we,  too,  wait  to  hear 

The  trumpet's  welcome  sound ! 
To  see  our  Lord  appear, 

May  we  be  watching  found ! 
Enrobed  in  righteousness  divine, 
In  which  the  bride  shall  ever  shine. 

Wesley. 


JUDGMENT.  261 


284.  III.  5. 


LO  !  He  conies  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ! 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train : 

Hallelujah ! 
God  appears  on  earth  again ! 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  naught,  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  great  Messiah  see. 

3  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away ! 

All  who  hate  Him  must,  confounded, 

Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day : 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment,  come  away ! 

4  ISTow  redemption,  long  expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ! 
All  His  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  Him  in  the  air ! 

Hallelujah ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear !  " 

5  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Pure,  ineffable,  divine  ; 
See  the  great  Archangel  bearing 
High  in  heaven  the  mystic  sign : 

Cross  of  glory ! 
Christ  be  in  that  moment  mine. 


262      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

6  Lo  !  the  last  long  separation  ! 

As  the  cleaving  crowds  divide  ; 
And  one  dread  adjudication 
Sends  each  soul  to  either  side ! 

Lord  of  mercy ! 
How  shall  I  that  day  abide  ? 

7  Oh  !  may  Thine  own  Bride  and  Spirit 

Then  avert  a  dreadful  doom, 
And  me  summon  to  inherit 
An  eternal  blissful  home  : 

Ah  !  come  quickly ! 
Let  Thy  second  advent  come  ! 

8  Yea,  amen  !  let  all  adore  Thee, 

On  Thine  everlasting  throne  ; 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  Thine  own ! 

Men  and  angels 
Bow  to  Thee,  to  Thee  alone. 

Brydge 


285.  Ill 

O  !  He  cometh — countless  trumpets 
J     Wake  to  life  the  slumbering  dead  ; 
Mid  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels 
See  their  great  exalted  Head. 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  Son  of  God. 

Full  of  joyful  expectation 

Saints  behold  the  Judge  appear ; 

Truth  and  justice  go  before  Him — 
Now  the  joyful  sentence  hear  ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  Divine  ! 


JUDGMENT.  263 


u  Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father ! 

Enter  into  life  and  joy  ; 
Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows ; 

Endless  praise  be  your  employ  f* 
Hallelujah ! 

Welcome,  welcome,  to  the  skies. 


2S6.  HI- 

HARK  !  ten  thousand  voices  sounding 
Victory,  victory,  through  the  sky  ! 
Swiftly  Hies  the  shout,  resounding. 
Spreading  rapturous  joy  on  high. 

2  Jesus  comes,  His  conflict  over, 

Comes  to  claim  His  great  reward ; 
Angels  round  the  Victor  hover, 
Crowding  to  behold  their  Lord. 

3  Oh  !  what  honors  now  await  Him ! 

Friends  and  foes  shall  hear  His  voice* 
Tremble,  tremble,  ye  that  hate  Him ; 
Te  who  love  His  name,  rejoice. 

4  Yonder  throne  for  him  erected, 

Xow  become  the  Victor's  seat : 
Lo !  the  Man  on  earth  rejected  ! 
Angels  worship  at  His  feet. 

5  Day  and  night  they  cry  before  Him 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
All  the  powers  of  heaven  adore  Him — 
All  obev  His  sovereign  word. 


264      RYMN8  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 


287.  C.  M. 

LO  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  skies. 

2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing — 
"  Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 

4  "The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

Removes  His  blest  abode  ; 
Men  the  dear  objects  of  His  grace, 
And  He  the  loving  God. 


5  "  His  own  kind  hand  will  wipe  the  tears 
From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs  and  fears, 
And  death  itself  shall  die." 


6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  oh !  how  long 
Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

Watts. 


D 


JUDGMENT.  255 


288.  II.  3. 

AY  of  wrath,  that  day  of  burning, 
All  shall  melt,  to  ashes  turning, 
All  foretold  by  seers  discerning, 
Oh  !  what  fear  it  shall  engender 
When  the  Judge  shall  come  in  splendor, 
Strict  to  mark  and  just  to  render. 

Trumpet-scattered  sound  of  wonder, 
Rending  sepulchres  asunder, 
Shall  resistless  summons  thunder. 
All  aghast  then  death  shall  shiver, 
And  great  nature's  frame  shall  quiver, 
When  the  graves  their  dead  deliver. 

Think,  O  Jesus !  for  what  reason, 
Thou  enduredst  earth's  spite  and  treason, 
Nor  me  lose  in  that  dread  season. 
Seeking  me  Thy  worn  feet  hasted, 
On  the  cross  Thy  soul  death  tasted, 
Let  such  labor  not  be  wasted. 

Righteous  Judge  of  retribution, 

Grant  me  perfect  absolution 

Ere  that  day  of  execution. 

Culprit  like,  I — heart  all  broken, 

On  my  cheek  shame's  crimson  token — 

Plead  the  pardoning  word  be  spoken. 

'Mid  the  sheep  a  place  decide  me, 
And  from  goats  on  left  divide  me, 
Standing  on  the  right  beside  Thee. 
When  th'  accursed  away  are  driven, 
To  eternal  burnings  given, 
Call  me  with  the  blest  to  heaven. 
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266     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

6  I  beseech  Thee,  prostrate  lying, 
Heart  as  ashes,  contrite,  sighing, 
Care  for  me  when  I  am  dying. 
On  that  awful  day  of  wailing, 
When  man  rising,  stands  before  Thee, 
Spare  the  culprit,  God  of  glory ! 

Translation  from  Thomas  be  Celano. 


t 


289.  L,  M. 

HE  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  ! 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 


2  When,  shriv'lling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll, 
And  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead. 

3  Oh  !  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  Thou,  O  Christ !  the  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

Translated  by  Scott  from  a  Latin  ode  ascribed  to  Tho- 
mas de  Celano  in  the  thirteenth  century. 


HEAVEN  AND   HELL.  267 


XIV.   HEAVEN  AND   HELL. 


>90.  C.  M. 


w 


HAT  blissful  harmonies  above, 
In  vocal  thunders  swell  ? 
The  perfecting  of  joy  and  love, 
What  raptured  legions  tell  ? 


2  The  glorious  apostolic  band — 

Do  they  in  triumph  sing  ? 
Do  prophets  from  the  holy  land 
Their  inspiration  bring  ? 

3  Or  from  the  noble  army  breaks 

The  deep  adoring  strain, 
Who  won  their  way  from  fiery  stakes, 
And  were  for  coascience  slain  ? 

4  Is  it  the  patriarchal  race 

That  breathe  the  sacred  song  ? 
Or  to  the  heirs  of  Gospel  grace 
Do  the  full  choirs  belong  ? 

5  For  each,  for  all,  the  Word  is  found 

Almighty  to  atone  : 
All,  all  in  shining  hosts  surround 
The  bright  celestial  throne. 


268      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL    POETRY". 

6  Peoples,  and  languages,  and  tongues, 
The  choral  anthem  raise  : 
To  every  voice  and  speech  belongs 
The  work  of  heavenly  praise. 

CONDER, 


391.  C,  M. 

FAR  from  the  narrow  scenes  of  night 
Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair  distant  land  !  could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  charms  explore, 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more. 

3  There  pain  and  sickness  never  come, 

And  grief  no  more  complains  ; 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns. 

4  iSTo  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 

Realms  ever  bright  and  fair  : 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  There  all  the  millions  of  His  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite, 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view 
With  infinite  delight. 

6  Nor  needed  is  the  shining  moon, 

Nor  e'en  the  sun's  bright  ray ; 
For  glory,  from  the  sacred  throne, 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 

Steele, 


HEAVEN  AXD   HELL.  269 


292.  IV.  4. 

OH !  where  can  the  soul  find  relief  from  its 
foes, 
A  shelter  of  safety,  a  home  of  repose  ? 
Can  earth's  highest  summit  or  deepest   hid 

vale, 
Give  a  refuge  no  sorrow  nor  sin  can  assail  ? 

No>  no  ! — there's  no  home — 
There's  no  home  on  earth — the  soul  ha 
home. 

2  Shall  it  leave  the  low  earth  and  soar  to  the 

sky, 
And  seek  for   a   home   in   the  mansions  on 

high  ? 
In  the  bright  realms  of  bliss  will  a  dwelling 

be  given, 
And  the  soul  find  a  home  in  the   glory  of 

heaven  ? 

Yes,  yes  ! — there's  a  home — 
There's  a  home  in  high  heaven — the  soul  has 

a  home. 

3  Oh  !  holy  and  sweet  its  rest  shall  be  there  ! 
Free  forever  from  sin,  and  sorrow,  and  care  ; 
And  the  loud  hallelujahs  of  angels  shall  rise, 
To  welcome  the  soul  to  its  home  in  the  skies, 

Home,  home! — home  of  the  soul! 
The  bosom  of  God  is  the  home  of  the  soul ! 

Key. 


o 


293.  CM. 

X  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Carman's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my-pos  s  lie. 


270     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY 

2  Oil !  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene, 
That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 


3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow; 
There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and  vale, 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds  nor  pois'nous  breath 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  His  bosom  rest  ? 

7  Filled  with  delight  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay  ! 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

8  Adieu,  adieu,  all  earthly  things  ! 

I  come,  my  Lord,  I  come ; 
Angels,  extend  your  golden  wings, 
And  bear  my  spirit  home. 

Stennett. 


HEAVEN  AND   HELL.  271 


294=.  S.  M. 

OH  !  what  a  mighty  change 
Shall  Jesus'  sufferers  know  ; 
While  o'er  the  happy  plains  we  range, 

Incapable  of  woe. 
No  ill-requited  love 

Shall  there  our  spirits  wound  ; 
No  base  ingratitude  above, 
No  sin  in  heaven  is  found. 

2  There  all  our  griefs  are  spent, 

There  all  our  sufferings  end ; 
We  can  not  there  the  fall  lament 

Of  a  departed  friend — 
A  brother  dead  to  God, 

By  sin  alas  !  undone  ; 
No  father  therein  passion  loud, 

Cries,  O  my  son  !  my  son ! 

3  Nor  slightest  touch  of  pain, 

Nor  sorrow's  least  alloy, 
Can  violate  our  rest,  or  stain 

Our  purity  of  joy. 
In  that  eternal  day 

No  clouds  or  tempests  rise  ; 
There  gushing  tears  are  wiped  away 

Forever  from  our  eyes. 

4  This  languishing  desire, 

Which  now  for  heaven  we  feel, 
Shall  there  delightfully  expire 

In  joy  ineffable. 
The  weight  of  glorious  bliss, 

That  to  our  share  shall  fall ; 
Not  angel  tongue  can  half  express, 

But  we  shall  have  it  all. 

Wesley. 


272     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


i 


295.  III.  1. 

N"  the  son,  and  moon,  and  stars, 
Signs  and  wonders  there  shall  be  ; 

Earth  shall  quake  with  inward  wars, 
Nations  with  perplexity. 

2  Dread  alarms  shall  shake  the  proud, 

Pale  amazement,  restless  fear  ; 
And  amid  the  thunder-cloud, 
Shall  the  Judge  of  man  appear. 

3  But,  though  from  His  awful  face, 

Heaven  shall  fade  and  earth  shall  fly, 
Fear  not  ye,  His  chosen  race, 
Your  redemption  draweth  nigh. 

Heber 


296.  C.  M. 

JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 
Oh  !  how  I  long  for  thee  ; 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end, 
Thy  joys,  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 

3  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  or  woe, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
Jerusalem  I  soon  shall  view 
In  realms  of  endless  day, 


HEAVEN   AXD   HELL.  273 

4  Reach  down,  O  Lord !  Thine  arm  of  grace, 

And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
Where  congregation  reak  up, 

And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

5  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden 

X or  sin,  nor  sorrow  know, 
Blest  seats !  through  rude  and  storn 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

6  Redeemed  saints  and  angels  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand, 
And  soon,  my  friends  in  Christ  below, 
We'll  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 

We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God* 

Than  when  we  first  beo*un. 


297.  -CM. 

0    MOTHER  dear,  Jerusalem  ! 
When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  a»  wl  ? 
Thy  joys,  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints ! 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 
In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found, 
Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil. 

3  Xo  dimly  cloud  o'ershadows  thee, 

2%  or  gloom,  nor  darksome  night ; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 
For  God  Himself  gives  light. 


274     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

4  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stone, 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 
Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl — 
O  God !  if  I  were  there ! 

5  O  my  sweet  home,  Jerusalem  ! 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 
The  King  that  sitteth  on  Thy  throne 
In  His  felicity  ? 

6  Thy  gardens  and  thy  goodly  walks 

Continually  are  green, 
Where  grow  such  sweet  and  pleasant  flowers 
As  nowhere  else  are  seen. 

7  Right  through  thy  streets  with  pleasing 

sound, 
The  flood  of  life  doth  flow  ; 
And  on  the  bank  on  either  side, 
The  trees  of  life  do  grow. 

8  Those  trees  each  month  yield  ripened  fruit ; 

Forever  more  they  spring  ; 

And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 

.To  thee  their  honors  bring. 

9  O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem ! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys,  when  shall  I  see  ? 

QUARLKS.  * 


•  *  The  original  of  the  two  preceding  hymns,  of  which  there  have 
been  so  many  versions,  is  traced  through  the  Latin  up  to  St.  Au- 
gustine. 


HEAVEN  AND  HELL.  275 

298.  II.  1. 

Prospect  of  Heaven, 

COME  on,  my  partners  in  distress, 
My  comrades  in  the  wilderness, 
Who  still  your  bodies  feel ; 
Awhile  forget  your  griefs  and  fears, 
And  look  beyond  the  vale  of  tears, 
To  that  celestial  hill. 

2  Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  space, 
Look  forward  to  that  heavenly  place, 

The  saints'  secure  abode  ; 
On  faith's  strong  eagle  pinions  rise,  . 
And  force  your  passage  to  the  skies, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

3  Who  suffer  with  our  Master  here. 
We  shall  before  His  face  appear, 

And  by  His  side  sit  down ; 
To  patient  faith  the  prize  is  sure ; 
And  all  that  to  the  end  endure 

The  Gross, shall  wear  the  crown. 

4  Thrice  blessed,  bliss-inspiring  hope  ! 
It  lifts  the  fainting  spirits  up, 

It  brings  to  life  the  dead ; 
Our  conflicts  here  shall  soon  be  past, 
And  you  and  I  ascend  at  last, 

Triumphant  with  our  Head. 

5  That  great  mysterious  Deity, 
We  soon  with  open  face  shall  see  ; 

The  beatific  sight 
Shall  fill  the  heavenly  courts  with  praise, 
And  wide  diffuse  the  golden  blaze 

Of  everlasting  light. 

Wesley. 


276      HYMNS  AND   DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


XV.  MISCELLANEOUS. 


299.  C.  Iff. 

LORD  of  my  life,  length  of  my  days, 
Thy  hand  has  rescued  me, 
Who,  lying  at  the  gates  of  death, 
Among  the  dead  was  free. 

2  I  thought  I  stood  upon  the  shore, 

And  nothing  could  I  see 
But  the  vast  ocean  with  my  eyes — 
A  vast  eternity. 

3  I  thought  I  heard  the  midnight  cry, 

"  Behold  the  Bridegroom  comes  !" 
And  I  was  called  to  the  bar, 
Where  souls  receive  their  dooms. 

4  The  world  was  at  an  end  to  me, 

As  if  it  all  did  burn  ; 
But  lo  !  there  came  a  voice  from  heaven, 
Which  ordered  my  return. 

5  Lord,  I  return  at  Thy  command, 

What  wilt  Thou  have  me  do  ? 
Oh  !  let  me  wholly  live  to  Thee 
To  whom  my  life  I  owe. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  277 

6  Fain  would  I  dedicate  to  Thee 
The  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Lord,  with  my  life  renew  my  heart, 
That  both  Thy  name  may  praise. 


300.  Ill*  4. 

Sabbath  Morning  Prayer-Meeiing. 

O AFELY  through  another  week, 
0     God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  His  courts  to-d 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best — 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name. 
Show  Thy  reconciled  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  Thee. 

3  When  we  meet  Thy  name  to  praise, 

Let  us  feel  Thy  presence  near  : 
May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes 

While  we  in  Thy  house  appear ; 
There  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound ; 

Bring  relief  from  all  complaints  : 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 

Newton 


278      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


301.  L.  M. 

I^HE  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord ! 
In  every  star  Thy  wisdom  shines ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  Thy  word, 
We  read  Thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 


2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  Thy  power  confess; 
But  the  blest  volume  Thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  Thy  justice  and  Thy  grace. 


3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  Thy  praise 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand; 
So  when  Thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 


4  ISTor  shall  Thy  spreading  Gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  Thy  truth  has  run  ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blessed, 
That  see  the  li^ht  or  feel  the  sun. 


5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light ; 

.  Thy  Gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  Thy  judgments  right. 


6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  souls  renewed  and  sins  forgiven  ; 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 

And  make  Thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

WATTS. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  279 

302.  II.  4. 

TJic  Christian  Voyage. 

JESUS,  at  Thy  command 
I  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  sin  lulls  all  to  sleep  : 
For  Thee  I  fain  would  all  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  Thee  and  Thine. 

2  Thou  art  my  Pilot  wise  ; 

My  compass  is  Thy  word  ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord : 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 

Through  all  my  passage  lie, 
Yet  Thou  wilt  safely  keep, 

And.  guide  me  with  Thine  eye  : 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide. 
And  I  each  boist'rous  storm  outride. 

4  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

The  port  of  endless  rest ; 
My  soul,  Thy  sails  expand, 

And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast : 
Oh  !  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shove 
Where  winds  and  waves  resound  no  more. 

5  Whene'er  becalmed  I  he, 

And  storms  and  winds  subside, 
Lord,  to  my  succor  fly, 

And  keep  me  near  Thy  side : 
For  more  the  treacherous  calm  I  dread 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 


280     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

6  Come,  heavenly  wind,  and  blow 

A  prosperous  gale  of  grace, 
To  waft  me  from  below, 

To  heaven,  my  destined  place  ; 
Then  in  full  sail  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

TOPLADY 


0 


303. 

UR  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  joined  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice; 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun  : 
Our  hearts  have  often  burned  within, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire, 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  blessed, 
And  filled  the  enlarged  desire. 

Chorus. 
"  A  Saviour  !"  let  creation  sing, 
"  A  Saviour !"  let  all  heaven  ring ; 
'Tis  God  with  us,  we  feel  Him  ours, 
His  fullness  in  our  souls  he  pours : 
'Tis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er ; 
We're  joining  those  who've  gone  before  ; 
We  soon  shall  reach  that  blissful  shore 
Where  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more, 

2  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 
The  heavens  are  big  with  rain ; 
We  wait  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 

And  all  its  moisture  drain  : 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  : 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood  ; 
Oh !  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  Thee  God. 
"  A  Saviour !"  etc. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  281 

And  when  Thou  mak'st  Thy  jewels  up, 

And  sett'st  Thy  stany  crown, 
When  all  Thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 

Proclaimed  by  Thee  Thine  own  ; 
May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

We  sinners,  saved  ~by  grace, 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 

Behold  Thee  face  to  face. 

"A  Saviour!"  etc. 

Killer. 


304:.  HI.  4. 

The  Communion  of  Saints. 

[F  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where 
Christians  meet  for  social  prayer  ; 
If  'tis  sweet  with  them  to  raise 
Songs  of  holy  joy  and  praise ; 
Passing  sweet  that  state  must  be 
When  they  meet  eternally. 

Saviour,  may  these  meetings  prove 
Preparations  from  above  ; 
While  we  worship  in  this  place, 
May  we  go  from  grace  to  grace ; 
Make  us,  each  in  his  degree, 
Meet,  O  Lord !  to  dwell  with  Thee  ! 


305.  III.  5. 

HARK!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 
Shakes  the  earth  and  veils  the  sky! 

"It  is  finished!" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 


282     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  It  is  finished. ! — Oh !  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  word  afford ! 
Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

It  is  finished ! 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finished — all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law ; 
Finished  all  that  God  had  promised; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe  : 

It  is  finished ! 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

Evans, 


306.  CM. 

AMAZING  grace!  (how  sweet  the  sound!) 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 
Was* blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  -Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  2  83 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 
His  word  my  hope  secures ; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, s 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

s,  when  this  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 
The  sun  forbear  to  shine  ; 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 
Will  be  forever  mine. 

Newtou. 


307. 

HOW  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above  ; 
Oh !  what  tongue  can  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love ! 

2  That  comfort  was  mine 
When  Thy  favor  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 

When  my  heart  it  believed, 

What  a  joy  I  received, 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name. 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know  : 

The  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  His  feet. 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 


284     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song, 

Oh !  that  all  His  salvation  might  see  ; 

He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffered  and  died, 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

5  On  the  wings  of  His  love, 
I  was  carried  above 

All  sin  and  temptation  and  pain  ; 

And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  Oh  !  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 

Which  is  found  in  His  life-giving  blood ! 

Of  a  Saviour  possessed, 
.  We  are  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  filled  with  the  fullness  of  God. 

Wesley, 


o 


308.  II.  1. 

H  !  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love  ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above ; 

It  bears  on  eagles'  wings  ; 
It  gives  my  ravished  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 

With  angels,  priests,  and  kings. 

liejoicmg  now  in  earnest  hope 

I  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 

See  all  the  land  below  ; 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise 

In  endless  plenty  grow : 


MISCELLANEOUS.  ^J 

A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favored  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  ev'iy  blessing  blessed ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  righteousness, 
And  keeps  His  own  in  perfect  peace 

And  everlasting  rest. 

Oh  !  that  I  might  at  once  go  up  ! 
No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop, 

But  now  the  land  possess  ; 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years  ; 
Sorrows,  and  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears, 

A  howling  wilderness. 

Xow,  O  my  Joshua  !  bring  me  in  ! 
Cast  out  Thy  foes,  the  inbred  sin, 

The  carnal  mind  remove  ; 
The  purchase  of  Thy  death  divide, 
And  oh !  with  all  the  sanctified, 

Give  me  my  God  to  love. 

Wesley, 


309.  S.  M. 

T7"0UR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
_L     Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  Christ  our  Lord, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above, 
We  ev'ry  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  shall  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 


286     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4  The  time  of  love  will  come, 

When  we  shall  clearly  see, 
Not  only  that  He  shed  His  blood, 
But  each  shall  say,  "  for  me." 

5  Tarry  His  leisure,  then, 

Wait  the  appointed  hour  ; 
Wait  till  the  bridegroom  of  your  souls 
Reveal  His  love  with  power. 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God  ! 

That  stays  himself  on  Thee  : 
Who  waits  for  Thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  see. 


Toplady. 


310.  C.  M. 

Reflections  at  the  End  of  the  Year. 

AND  now,  my  soul,  another  year 
Of  my  short  life  is  past ; 
I  can  not  long  continue  here, 
And  this  may  be  my  last. 

2  Much  of  my  dubious  life  is  gone, 

Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  swift  my  passing  moments  run, 
The  few  that  yet  remain. 

3  Awake,  my  soul,  with  utmost  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn ; 
What  are  thy  hopes,  how  sure,  how  fair  ? 
And  what  thy  great  concern  ? 

4  Now  a  new  scene  of  time  begins, 

Set  out  afresh  for  heaven  ; 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 
In  Christ  so  freely  given. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  287 

Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 

And  on  His  grace  depend ; 
With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 

Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 

Browne. 


311.  I*.  M. 

I"  ET  thoughtless  thousands  choose  the  road 
J     That  leads  the  soul  away  from  God  ; 
This  happiness,  dear  Lord,  be  mine, 
To  live  and  die  entirely  Thine. 

2  On  Christ,  by  faith,  my  soul  would  live  ; 
From  Him  my  life,  my  all  receive  ; 

To  Him  devote  my  fleeting  hours, 
Serve  him  alone  with  all  my  powers. 

3  Christ  is  my  everlasting  all ; 
To  Him  I  look,  on  Him  I  call ; 
He  will  my  every  want  supply. 
In  time  and  through  eternity. 

4  Soon  will  the  Lord,  my  life,  appear ; 
Soon  shall  I  end  my  trials  here  ; 
Leave  sin  and  sorrow,  death  and  pain  : 
To  live  is  Christ — to  die  is  gain. 

5  Soon  will  the  saints  in  glory  meet — 
Soon  walk  through  every  golden  street, 
And  sing  on  every  blissful  plain, 

To  live  is  Christ — to  die  is  gain ! 


312.  C.  M. 

OGOD  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home — 


288     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 

Thy  saints  haye  dwelt  secure  ; 
Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defense  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  A  thousand  ages  in  Thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone, 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  Thou  our  guard  while  life  shall  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

Watts. 


313.  CM. 

T11HERE  is  a  place  of  w^oe  unmixed, 
X     A  land  of  changeless  doom  : 
Despair  has  there  her  empire  fixed ; 
There  hope  can  never  come. 

2  There  is  a  hope,  untrue,  unblest, 

Which,  like  a  broken  reed, 
Will  fail,  if  on  its  stay  we  rest, 
When  chiefly  hope  we  need. 

3  There  is  a  hope  that  ne'er  will  fail, 

It  comes  from  heaven  above  ; 
A  hope  that  enters  through  the  veil, 
Now  joined  with  faith  and  love. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  289 

4  Its  guiding  beam,  its  friendly  ray   ^ 

Can  cheer  the  darkest  night ; 

It  helps  the  pilgrim  on  his  way, 

And  points  to  realms  of  light. 

5  Our  hope  is  anchored,  Lord,  on  Thee, 

On  this  unfriendly  shore  ; 
And.  Thou,  in  heaven,  our  joy  shalt  be; 
When  hope  shall  be  no  more, 


o 


314.  C.  M. 

THOU,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows! 
I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee ; 
In  all  my  trials,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When  groaning,  on  my  burdened  heart 

My  sins  He  heavily  ; 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart ; 
In  love,  remember  me. 

3  If  on  my  face,  for  Thy  dear  name, 

Shame  and  reproaches  be, 
I'll  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame, 
If  Thou  remember  me. 

4  The  hour  is  near — consigned  to  death, 

I  own  Thy  just  decree  : 
Saviour,  with  my  last  parting  breath 
I'll  cry,  remember  me. 

HAWE3 


315.  III.  1. 

1T7HILE  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
VV      Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here. 
13 


290     HYMNS  AND   DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  ail  below ; 

We  a  little  longer  wait, 

Put  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  Spared  to  see  another  year, 

Let  Thy  blessing  meet  us  here ; 
Come,  Thy  dying  work  revive, 

Bid  Thy  drooping  garden  thrive : 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise  ! 

Warm  our  hearts  and  bless  our  eyes ; 
Let  our  prayer  Thy  pity  move, 

Make  this  year  a  time  of  love. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 

With  eternity  in  view. 
Bless  Thy  word  to  old  and  young, 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
When  our  life's  short  race  is  run, 

May  we  dwell  with  Thee  above. 

Newtox. 


316.  C.  M. 

JESUS  !  Thou  art  the  sinner's  friend  ; 
As  such  I  look  to  Thee  ; 
Now,  in  the  fullness  of  Thy  love, 
O  Lord !  remember  me. 

2  Remember  Thy  pure  word  of  grace — 
Remember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  Thy  dying  groans, 
And  then,  remember  me. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  291 

u  wondrous  Advocate  with  God  ! 
.  yield  myself  to  Thee  ; 
hile  Thou  art  sitting  on  Thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord  !  remember  me. 

4  Lord  !  I  am  guilty— I  am  vile, 

But  Thy  salvation's  free  ; 
Then,  in  Thine  all-abounding  grace, 
Dear  Lord  !  remember  me. 

5  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

"When  creature-helps  all  flee, 
Then,  O  my  great  Redeemer — God  ! 
I  pray,  remember  me. 


317.  I*.  M, 

WHEX  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky ; 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand'ring  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode ; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  Mowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  found' ring  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze. 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem 1 


292     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrah\ 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  forever  more, 
The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem! 

H.  K.  White. 


318.  C.  M. 

The  Everlasting  Song. 

EARTH  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long ; 
'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father !  to  Thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There,  the  blest  man,  my  Saviour  sits — 

The  God  !  how  bright  He  shines  ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around ; 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employ — 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing ! 
Jesus,  the  fife  of  all  our  joy, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

5  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  sound  Thy  praises  too  ; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 
Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  293 

6  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 
And  so  my  soul  should  rise  ; 
Oh  !  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies ! 

Watts. 


319.  S.  M. 

F&rgweness  of  Sim,  oy  Confession. 

OH !  blessed  souls  are  they, 
Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er  ; 
Divinely  blessed,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more ! 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 
Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

3  While  I  concealed  my  guilt 

I  felt  the  fest'ring  wound, 
Till  I  confessed  my  sins  to  Thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray ; 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne. 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

Watts. 


320.  L.M. 

iWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from 'me : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh  !  how  free. 


U     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  lie  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fa 

Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 

He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh  !  how  great 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along  : 

His  loving-kindness,  oh  !  how  strong. 

4  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 

5  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

Medley. 


l 


321.  C.  ML 

OED,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high  ! 
To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 

To  Thee  lift  up  my  cry. 


2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  His  saints, 
Presenting  at  His  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  Thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  Thy  right  hand. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


4  Oh  !  may  Thy  spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteousness ; 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face  ! 


Watts 


BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 
To  my  raptured  vision, 
Ail  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  elysian  : 
Lo !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes — 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies  ! 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise ! 
Ope  the  gates  of  Paradise. 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light 

Freely  roll  before  Him  ; 
Myriads, with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  Him. 
Angel  trumps  resound  His  fame  ; 
Harps  of  brightest  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  His  name, 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  See  the  adoring  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  station  ; 
Shout  His  glorious  victories, 

Sing  His  great  salvation. 
Cast  their  crowns  before  the  throne. 
Cry,  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  One. 


296     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


BRIGHTEST   and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 
morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine 
aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid  ! 


2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining, 
Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the 
stall : 
Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 


3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Edom  and  offerings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the 
mine  ? 


4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation  ; 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  His  favor  secure  : 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 


5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 
ing, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine 
aid; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid  ! 

Bishop  Beber. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  297 


324r.  IV.  2. 

THIS  Gocl  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  friend, 
"Whose  love  is  as  great  as  His  power, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end. 

2  'Tis  Jesus,  the  First  and  the  Last, 
His  spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home  : 
We'll  praise  Him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  Him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

H  ART. 


325.  III.  3. 

COME,  Thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace , 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  naming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fixed  upon  it — 
Mount  of  Thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer  : 

Hither  by  Thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  Thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Interposed  His  precious  blood. 

3  Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  Thy  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  Thee. 


298      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — ■ 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 

Here's  my  heart,  oh  !  take  and  seal  it, 
Seal  it  for  Thy  courts  above ! 

Robinson. 


326. 

COME,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear; 
His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfill, 
And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay : 

The  arrow  is  flown, 

The  moment  is  gone, 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  here. 

3  Oh  !  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  His  coming,  may  say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
T  have  finished  the  work  Thou  didst  give  me  to 
do!" 
Oh !  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ; 
Eiitei'    into    rny.  joy,    and    sit    down    on    my 
throne !" 

Wesley. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  299 

327.  S.  M. 

TJni  o  n . 

LET  party  names  no  more 
The  Christian  world  o'erspread ; 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 

Let  mutual  love  be  found ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

3  Let  discord,  child  of  hell ! 

Be  banished  far  away ; 
Those  should  in  strictest  friendship  dwell, 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  Church  below 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 

Beddomk 


328.  L.M. 

TT INDEED  in  Christ,  for  His  dear  sake, 
JLY     A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  v/hich  only  He  can  give  ! 

2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  'tis  given 

To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  name  ; 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heaven, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 


300     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  May  He  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  His  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love  ! 

4  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme  ; 

When  Christians  see  each  other  thus ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  Him 

Who  lived  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

5  We'll  talk  of  all  He  did  and  said, 

And  suffered  for  us  here  below ; 
The  path  He  marked  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  He's  doing  for  us  now. 

6  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 

We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

Newton. 


329.  III.  1. 

CHmSTIAN  brethren,  ere  we  part, 
Let  us  each  with  grateful  heart, 
Once  more  to  our  Father  raise 
Our  united  hymn  of  praise. 

2  Here  perhaps  we  meet  no  more, 
But  we  seek  a  brighter  shore, 
Where,  above  all  sin  and  pain, 
Brethren,  we  shall  meet  again. 

3  To  the  Triune  God  of  heaven 
Love  and  praise  be  ever  given, 
Here,  and  by  His  hosts  above, 
Endless  praise,  adoring  love. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  301 


330.  S.  M. 

AXD  let  our  bodies  part, 
To  different  scenes  repair, 
Inseparably  joined  in  heart 
The  friends  of  Jesus  are  : 
Jesus  the  corner-stone, 

Did  first  our  hearts  unite, 
And  still  He  keeps  our  spirits  one, 
Who  walk  with  Him  in  white. 

2  Oh !  let  us  still  proceed  • 

In  Jesus'  work  below, 
And,  following  our  triumphant  Head, 

To  farther  conquests  go. 
The  vineyard  of  the  Lord 

Before  His  lab'rers  lies, 
And,  through  His  grace,  a  rich  reward 

Awaits  them  in  the  skies. 

3  Oh  !  let  our  heart  and  mind 

Continually  ascend, 
That  haven  of  repose  to  find, 

Where  all  our  labors  end — 
Where  all  our  toil  is  o'er, 

Our  suff' rings  and  our  pain  : 
Who  meet  on  that  eternal  shore, 

Shall  never  part  again. 

YfESLEY. 


331.  L.  M. 

JESTTS,  where'er  Thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  Thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  found  ,• 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 


302      HYMNS  AND   DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Dear  Shepherd  of  Thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim. 
The  sweetness  of  Thy  saving  name. 

3  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer, 
To  strengthen  faith  and  banish  care  ; 

To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise 
To  things  unseen  beyond  the  skies. 

4  Lord,  we  are  few,  but  Thou  art  near ; 
Nor  short  Thine  arm,  nor  deaf  Thine  ear ; 
Oh !  rend  the  heavens  this  favored  hour, 
Letms  now  feel  Thy  saving  power. 

COWPEJR, 


332.  HI-  S. 

Encouragement  when  Error  prevails. 

"\7"ES,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 
X      Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand ; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking, 
By  His  word  in  every  land : 

Mark  His  progress ; 
Darkness  Hies  at  His  command. 

2  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring, 

While  he  enters  like  a  flood, 
God  the  Saviour  is  preparing 

Means  to  spread  His  truth  abroad : 

Every  language 
Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 

3  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 

Let  Thy  people  see  Thy  hand ; 
Make  the  Gospel  soon  victorious 
Through  the  world,  in  every  land  : 

Perish  idols, 
At  Jehovah's  dread  command. 

Kelly. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  303 


333.  C.IvL 

FOR  mercies  countless  as  the  sands, 
Which  daily  I  receive 
From  J esus,  my  Redeemers  hands, 
soul,  what  canst  thou  give  ? 

2  Alas  !  from  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

What  can  I  bring  Him  forth  ? 
My  best  is  stained  and  dyed  with  sin, 
My  all  is  nothing  worth. 

3  Yet  this  acknowledgment  I'll  make 

For  all  He  has  bestowed  : 
Salvation's  sacred  cup  I'll  take, 
And  call  upon  my  God. 

4  The  best  return  for  one  like  me, 

So  vrr etch ed  and  so  poor, 
Is  from  His  gifts  to  draw  a  plea, 
And  ask  Him  still  for  more. 

$  RWTONa 


334r. 


CALL  Jehovah  thy  salvation, 
Rest  beneath  th'  Almighty's  shade  ; 
In  His  secret  habitation 

Dwell,  nor  ever  be  dismayed  ; 
There  no  tumult  can  alarm  thee, 

Thou  shalt  dread  no  hidden  snare; 
Guile  nor  violence  can  harm  thee, 
In  eternal  safeguard  there. 

2  From  the  sword  at  noonday  wasting, 
From  the  noisome  pestilence, 
In  the  depth  of  midnight  blasting, 
-urn  defense  ; 


304      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

Fear  not  thou  the  deadly  quivers, 
When  a  thousand  feel  the  blow ; 

Mercy  shall  thy  soul  deliver, 
Though  ten  thousand  be  laid  low, 

3  Since  with  pure  and  firm  affection, 

Thou  on  God  hast  set  thy  love, 

With  the  wings  of  His  protection, 

He  will  shield  thee  from  above. 

Thou  shalt  call  on  Him  in  trouble, 

He  will  hearken,  He  will  save, 
Here,  for  grief,  reward  thee  double, 
Crown  with  life  beyond  the  grave. 

Montgomery 


335.  L.  M. 

On  laying  the  FowndaUoti-slone  of  a  Church. 

THIS  stone  to  Thee  in  faith  we  lay ; 
We  build  the  temple,  Lord,  to  Thee ; 
Thine  eye  be  open  night  and  day, 
To  guard  this  house  and  sanctuary. 

2  Here,  when  Thy  people  seek  Thy  face, 

And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 
Hear  Thou,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  Thou  nearest,  oh !  forgive  ! 

3  Here,  when  Thy  messengers  proclaim 

The  blessed  gospel  of  Thy  Son, 
Still  by  the  power  of  His  great  name, 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

4  Hosanna !  to  their  heavenly  King, 

When  children's  voices  raise  that  song ; 
Hosanna  !  let  their  angels  sing, 

And  heaven  with  earth  the  strain  prolong. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  £  05 

5  But  will  indeed  Jehovah  deign 

Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 
Here  will  the  world's  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

6  That  glory  never  hence  depart ! 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart, 
In  every  bosom  fix  Thy  throne. 

Montgomery. 


336.  III.  I. 

Perseverance. 

HARK !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour ;  hear  His  word ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee  : 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  Me  ? 

2  "I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And,  when  wounded,  healed  thy  wound ; 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  maylforgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  4;  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ?" 


306     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

G  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint; 
Yet  I  love  Thee  and  adore  ; 
Oh  !  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more. 

Cowpe: 


337.  L.  M 

\I7TXO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 
y  1       'Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls, 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  ? 

?Tis  Christ  that  suffered  in  their  stead  ; 
And  their  salvation  to  fulfill, 

Behold  Him  rising  from  the  dead ! 

3  He  lives  !  He  lives !  and  sits  above, 

Forever  interceding  there. 
Who  shall  divide  us  from  His  love  ? 
Or  who  shall  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

4  Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 

.  Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 
He  that  hath  loved  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors  too. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  power, 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  ; 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope, 
Nor  can  we  sink,  with  such  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 
Shall  cause  His  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Him  we  love. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  £07 


333.  £.  M. 

The  Believers  Safety. 

WHAT  man  no  guard  nor  weapon  needs. 

1  Whose  heart  the  blood  of  Jesus  knows ; 
But  safe  may  pass,  when  duty  leads, 

Through  burning  sands  or  mountain  snows. 

2  Released  from  guilt,  he  feels  no  fear, 

Redemption  is  his  shield  and  tower  ; 
He  sees  his  Saviour  always  near, 
To  help  hi  every  trying  hour. 

3  His  love  possessing,  I  am  blest ; 

Secure,  whatever  change  may  come, 
Whether  I  go  to  east  or  west, 

With  Him  I  still  shall  be  at  home. 

4-  If  placed  beneath  the  northern  pole, 

Though  winter  reigns  with  rigor  there, 
His  gracious  beams  would  cheer  my  soul, 
And  make  a  spring  throughout  the  year. 

5  Or  if  the  desert's  sun-burnt  soil 

My  lonely  dwelling  e'er  should  prove, 
His  presence  would  support  my  toil, 
Whose  smile  is  life,  whose  voice  is  love. 

Newton". 


339.  IV.  2. 

WHAT  think  ye  of  Christ  ?  is  the  test 
?  f     To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme ; 
You  can  not  be  right  in  the  rest, 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  Him  : 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 

As  He  is  beloved  or  not ; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 


308     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY, 

2  Some  take  Him  a  creature  to  be — 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most ; 
Sure,  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost : 
So  guilty  and  helpless  am  I, 

I  durst  not  confide  in  His  blood, 
Nor  on  His  protection  rely, 

Unless  I  were  sure  He  is  God. 

3  Some  call  Him  a  Saviour  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  His  plan, 
And  hope  He  His  help  will  afford, 

When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can. 
Some  style  Him  the  Pearl  of  great  price, 

And  say  He's  the  fountain  of  joys, 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 

And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys. 

4  If  asked  what  of  Jesus  I  think, 

(If  He  graciously  give  me  the  power,) 
I'll  say  He's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store ; 
My  Shepherd,  my  Guardian,  my  Friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall, 
My  Hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  Portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  All. 

Newton. 


340.  li.  M. 

WHAT  sinners  value  I  resign ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  Thou  art  mine ; 
I  shall  behold  Thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show : 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 


MISCELLANEOUS.  309 

3  O  glorious  hour !  O  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God, 
And  flesh  and  sense  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound, 

Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

Watts. 


341.  II.  2. 

WrestUng  Jacob. 

rtOME,  O  Thou  Traveller  unknown! 

\j     Whom  still  I  hold,  but  can  not  see, 
My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  Thee  ; 
With  Thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  I  need  not  tell  Thee  w^ho  I  am  :    . 

My  misery  and  sin  declare ; 
Thyself  hast  called  me  by  my  name, 
*    Look  on  Thy  hands,  and  read  it  there : 
But  who,  I  ask  Thee,  who  art  Thou  ? 
Tell  me  Thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

3  In  vain  Thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold ; 
Art  Thou  the  Man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  Thy  love  unfold ; 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  I  Thy  name,  Thy  nature  know. 

I  Wilt  Thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 
Thy  new  unutterable  name  ? 
Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  Thee,  tell ; 
To  know  it  now  resolved  I  am  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  I  Thy  lame,  Thy  nature  know. 


310     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

5  What  thougli  my  shrinking  flesh  complain, 

And  murmur  to  contend  so  long : 
I  rise  superior  to  my  pain ; 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong ! 
And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
I  shall  with  the  God-man  prevail. 

6  Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak, 

But  confident  in  self-despair  ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak, 

Be  conquered  by  my  instant  prayer ; 
Speak,  or  Thou  never  hence  shalt  move, 
And  tell  me  if  Thy  Name  be  love. 

7  5Tis  Love !  'tis  Love  ! — Thou  died'st  for  me  ; 

I  liear  Thy  whisper  in  my  heart ; 
The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  ilee, 

Pure,  universal  Love  Thou  art : 
To  me,  to  all,  Thy  bowels  move, 
Thy  nature  and  Thy  name  is  Love. 

8  My  prayer  hath  power  with  God,  the  grace 

Unspeakable  I  now  receive ; 
Through  faith  I  see  Thee  face  to  face ; 

I  see  Thee  face  to  face,  and  live !     • 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove  ; 
Thy  nature  and  Thy  name  is  Love. 

9  I  know  Thee,  Saviour,  who  Thou  art ; 

Jesus, the  feeble  sinner's  friend: 
Nor  wilt  Thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end ; 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove, 
Thy  nature  and  Thy  name  is  Love. 

10  The  Sun  of  Righteousness  on  me 

Hath  rose  with  healing  in  His  wings  : 
Withered  my  nature's  strength,  from  Thee 

My  soul  its  life  and  succor  brings ; 
My  help  is  all  laid  up  above  : 
Thy  nature  and  Thy  name  is  Love. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  3H 

11  Contented  now,  upon  my  thigh 

I  halt:  till  life's  short  journey  end ; 
All  helplessness,  all  weakness,  I 

On  Thee  alone  for  strength  depend ; 
Nor  have  I  power  from  Thee  to  move, 
Thy  nature  and  Thy  name  is  Love. 

12  Lame  as  I  am,  I  take  the  prey  : 

\Lj  earth,  and  sin  with  ease  overcome: 
I  leap  for  joy.  pursue  my  Tray, 

And,  as  a  bounding  hart,  fly  home  ; 
Through  all  eternity  to  prove, 
Thy  nature  and  Thy  name  is  Love. 


Wm 


342.  L.  M. 

Siobath. 

TYTHEX,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 
?  ?       Man  comes  to  meet  his  Maker,  God, 
What  rites,  what  honors  shall  he  pay? 
How  spread  His  sovereign  name  abroad  ? 

2  From  marble  domes  and  gilded  spires 

Shall  circling  clouds  of  incense  rise, 
And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands,  deck 
The  costly  pomp  of  sacrifice  ? 

3  Vain  sinful  man !  creation's  Lord 

Thy  golden  offerings  veil  may  spare  ; 
But  give  thy  heart,  and  thou  shaft  find, 
Here  dwells  a  God  who  heareth  prayer. 

4  Oh  !  grant  us  in  this  solemn  hour, 

From  earth  and  sin's  allurements  free, 
To  feel  Thy  love,  to  own  Thy  power, 

And  raise  each  raptured  thought  to  Thee. 


3J2     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


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34,3.  in.  5. 

N  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 

Zion  long  in  hostile  lands. 
Mourning  captive !  God  Himself  shall  loose 
thy  bands. 

2  Lo !  thy  sun  is  risen  in  glory ! 

God  Himself  appears  thy  friend ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 

Here  their  boasted  triumph  ends  : 
Great  deliverance  Zion's  King  will  surely 
send. 

3  Enemies  no  more  shall  trouble ;    • 

All  thy  wrongs  shall  be  redressed  ; 
For  thy  shame  thou  shalt  have  double, 

In  thy  Maker's  favor  blest ; 
All  thy  conflicts  end  in  an  eternal  rest. 

Kelly. 


34,4r.  III.1. 

PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 

2  ISTow  to  you  my  spirit  turns — 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
Oh  !  receive  me  into  rest. 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  313 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore ; 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Every  i 

Montgomery. 


34,5. 

GOD,  that  inadest  heaven  and  earth, 
Darkness  and  light, 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hath  made, 

For  rest  the  nigh 
May  Thine  angel  guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  Thy  mercy  send,  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 
This  live-long  night. 

2  Thou  wo  do'st  reign  in  light, 
Thy  children  hear. 
In  -the  solemn  hour  of  night, 

Be  to  us  near ; 
Then  throughout  eternity, 
Songs  of  praise  we'll  sing  to  Thee, 
To  whom  hallelujahs  be, 
Forever  more. 


1 


3-46.  III.  1. 

X  a  land  of  strange  delight, 
My  transported  spirit  strayed  ; 

I  awake  where  all  is  night, 
Silence,  solitude,  and  shade. 


2  Is  the  dream  of  nature  flown, 
Is  the  universe  destroyed, 
Man  extinct  and  I  alone, 

Breathing  through  the  formless  void 
14 


314      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  N"o,  my  soul,  in  God  rejoice, 

Through  the  gloom  His  light  I  see ; 
In  the  silence  hear  His  voice, 
And  His  hand  is  over  me. 

4  When  I  slumber  in  the  tomb, 

He  will  guard  my  resting  place  ; 
Fearless  in  the  day  of  doom, 
I  shall  see  Him  face  to  face. 

Montgomery. 


34:7. 

WHEN"  shall  we  meet  again, 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 
Round  us  forever  ? 

2  Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes, 

Never,  no  never. 

3  When  shall  love  freely  flow, 

Pure  as  life's  river  ? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 
Changeless  forever? 

4  Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill, 

Never,  no  never. 

5  Up  to  that  world  of  light, 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour, 
May  we  all  there  unite, 
Happy  forever. 


MISCELLAKEOU  315 

6  Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 

There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel, 
Never,  no  n: 

7  Soon  shall  Ave  meet  again, 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ! 
Soon  shall  peace  wreathe  her  chain, 
Round  us  forever. 

8  Our  hearts  will  then  repose, 
Secure  from  worldly  woes, 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close, 

X ever,  no  never. 


348.  L.  M. 

A  XOTHER  fleecing  i  ae  : 

A.     In  solemn  silence  rest,  my  .-. : 
Bow  down  before  His  awful  thi 

Who  bids  the  morn  and  evening  roll. 

2  Soon  shall  a  darker  night  descend, 

And  veil  from  thee  yon  azure  skies  ; 
And  soon  shall  death's  oppressive  hand 
Lie  heavy  on  these  languid  eyes. 

3  Yet  when  beneath  the  dreadful  shade 

I  lay  my  weary  frame  to  rest, 
That  night  shall  not  make  me  afraid  ;     . 
That  bed  the  dying  Saviour  pressed. 

4  Again  emerging  from  the  night, 

I,  like  my  risen  Lord  shall  rise  ; 
Again  drink  in  the  morning  light, 
Pure  at  its  fount  above  the  skies. 

Colly  ba. 


316     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

34:9. 

Looking  to  Jesus. 

SILENT  Lamb !  for  me  Thou  hast  endured, 
Jesus,  Thou  holy,  perfect,  sinless  One  ! 
Thy  grief  and  bitter  anguish  have  secured 

My  soul's  salvation  when  this  race  is  run ; 
Then  let  me,  to  Thine  image  true, 
Thus  meekly  suffer  with  the  crown  in  view. 

The  narrow  way  that  leads  us  up  to  heaven, 
Must  here  through  strife  and  tribulation  lie  ; 

Then  on  the  thorny  path  may  strength  be 
given, 
This  sinful  flesh,  O  Lord  !  to  crucify. 

Oh !  take  this  feebleness  away, 

And  make  me  strong  to  meet  each  future  clay. 

Here  daily  crosses  come  to  try  our  weakness, 
Here   every  member   must   some  burden 
bear ; 
;,  O  my  Saviour  !  if  I  take  with  meek. 
The  cross  appointed  by  Thy  love  and 
Too  great,  too  long  it  will  not  be, 
For  it  is  weighed  and  measured  out  by  Th£e. 

BOGATZKL 


350.  L,M, 

GOD  of  my  life !  Thy  boundless  grace 
Chose,  pardoned,  and  adopted  me ; 
My  rest,  my  home, "my  dwelling  place  ; 
Father !  I  come,  I  come  to  Thee. 

2  Jesus  my  hope,  my  rock,  my  shield, 

Whose  precious  blood  was  shed  for  me ; 
Into  Thy  hands  my  soul  I  yield ; 
Saviour  !  I  come,  I  come  to  Thee. 


:ella:n£0U3.  317 

of  glory,  and  ox"  God, 
•  Long  hast  Thou  deigned  my  guide  16  be, 
Now  be  Thy  comfort  sweet  bestowed  ; 
God  !  I  come,  I  come  to  Thee. 

I  come  to  join  that  countless  host 
Who  praise  Thy  name  unceasingly  ; 

Blest  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 
My  God  !  I  come,  I  come  to  Thee. 


851. 

T7ATHER,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
X      In  gracious  power  come  down  : 
Save  this  child  by  nature  lost, 

And  take  him  for  Thine  own. 
Hear  us,  sinful  worms  of  earth, 

While  Gnhis  behalf  we  pray  ; 
Grant  him  that  celestial  birth, 
~So  water  can  convey. 

2  Vain  is  every  outward  rite 

Unless  Thy  grace  be  given ; 
hing  but"  Thy  life  and  light 

Can  form  a  soul  for  heaven. 
Jesus,  Thou  wast  once  a  child 

Bid  this  infant  come  to  Thee  ; 
Thine  alone  may  lie  be  sealed 

To  all  eternity. 

3  Let  Thy  promised  inward  grace 

Accompany  the  si 
On  his  new-born  soul  impress 

The  glorious  name  divine. 
Father,  now  Thy  love  reveal, 

is,  now  Thy  mind  impart  ; 
Holy  Ghost,  renew  and  dwell 

Forever  in  His  heart. 


818     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETKY. 


II.  5. 

ONE  sole  baptismal  sign, 
One  Lord,  "below,  above — 
Zion,  one  faith  is  thine, 

Only  one  watchword — love. 
From  different  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascendeth  to  the  skies. 

2  Our  sacrifice  is  one ; 

One  Priest  before  the  throne — 
The  slain,  the  risen  Son, 

Redeemer  Lord  alone : 
And  sighs  from  contrite  hearts  that  spring, 
Our  chief,  our  choicest  offering. 

3  Head  of  Thy  Church  beneath, 

The  Catholic,  the  true ; 
On  all  Thy  members  breathe — 

Her  broken  frame  renew : 
Then  shall  Thy  perfect  will  be  done, 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 

G.  Robinson. 


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353.  L.  M. 

WEET  is  the  work,  my  God  niy  King, 

To  praise  Thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing; 
To  show  Thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  tell  of  all  Thy  truth  at  night. 


2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
ISTo  mortal  cares  shall  seize  iny  breast ; 
Oh  !  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  319 

3  My  soul  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

.  And  bless  His  works,  and  bless  His  word ; 
His  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 
How  deep  His  counsels,  how  divine  ! 

4  Oh  !  let  me  share  a  glorious  part, 
Let  grace  divine  refine  my  heart ; 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  he  shed, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below ; 
And.  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

YfATTS. 


354=.  II.  2 

THERE  is  a  thought  can  lift  the  soul 
Above  the  narrow  sphere  that  bounds  it — 
A  star  that  sheds  it  mild  control, 

Brightest   when    grief's  dark    cloud    sur- 
rounds it  : 
And  pours  a  soft  pervading  ray, 
Life's  ills  can  never  chase  away. 

2  When  earthly  joys  have  left  the  breast, 

And  e'en  the  last  fond  hope  that's  cherished 
Of  mortal  bliss,  too,  like  the  rest, 

Beneath  woe's  withering  touch  has  perished, 
With  fadeless  lustre  streams  that  light, 
A  halo  on  the  brow  of  night. 

3  And  bitter  were  our  sojourn  here 

In  this  dark  wilderness  of  sorrow, 
Did  not  that  rainbow  beam  appear, 

The  herald  of  a  brighter  morrow — 
A  friendly  beacon  from  on  high 
To  guide  us  to  eternity. 


320     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


M 


355.  S.  M. 

Y  times  are  in  Thy  hand ; 

My  God,  I  wish  them  there ; 
My  life,  my  friends,  my  soul  I  leave 
Entirely  to  Thy  care. 


2  My  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

Whatever  they  may  be  ; 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 
As  best  may  seem  to  Thee. 

3  My  times  are  in  Thy  hand  : 

Why  should  I  doubt  or  fear  ? 
My  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  needless  tear. 

4  My  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

Jesus,  the  crucified ; 
The  hand  my  cruel  sins  had  pierced 
Is  now  my  guard  and  guide. 

5  My  times  are  in  Thy  hand, 

Jesus,  my  Advocate ; 
Nor  shall  Thy  hand  be  stretched  in  vain, 
For  me  to  supplicate. 

6  My  times  are  in  Thy  hand ; 

I'll  always  trust  in  Thee  ; 
And  after  death,  at  Thy  right  hand, 
I  shall  forever  be. 


356.  IV.  2. 

TO  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone : 
Oh !  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  His  throne. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  321 

My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love, 
Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore ; 

Whose  name  is  exalted  above 
All  glory,  dominion,  and  power  ; 

2  Dissolve  Thou  these  bonds,  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  Thee  ; 
Oh !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 

And  make  me  eternally  free. 
When  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  arrayed  in  Thy  glories  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more  by  my  sins, 

The  bosom  on  which  I  recline  ; 

3  Oh  !  then  shall  the  veil  be  removed, 

And  round  me  Thy  brightness  be  poured  ; 
I  shall  meet  Him  whom  absent  I  loved, 

I  shall  see,  whom  unseen  I  adored. 
And  then,  never  more  shall  the  fears, 

The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 
Which  darken  this  valley  of  tears, 

Intrude  on  n  d  repose. 

4  Or,  if  yet  remembered  above, 

Remembrance  no  sadness  shall  raise  ; 
They  will  be  but  new  signs  of  Thy  love, 
•     New  themes  _'  praise. 

Thus  the  strokes  which  from  sin  i 

Shall  set  me  eternally  free, 
Will  but  strengthen  and  rivet  the  chain 
Which  binds  me,  my  Saviour,  to  Thee. 

COWPER. 


357. 

EJOICE,  rejoice,beiievers, 
And  let  your  lights  appear 

The  evening  is  advancing, 
And  darker  night  is  near  ; 
14* 


322     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 
And  soon  He  drawetib  nigh  ; 

Up  !  pray  and  watch  and  wrestle, 
At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

2  See  that  your  lamps  are  burning, 

Replenish  them  with  oil ; 
And  wait  for  your  salvation, 

The  end  of  earthly  toil. 
The  watchers  on  the  mountains, 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near ; 
Go  meet  Him  as  He  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear. 

3  Ye  saints  who  here  in  patience, 

Your  cross  and  sufferings  bore ; 
Shall  live  and  reign  forever, 

Where  sorrow  is  no  more. 
Around  the  throne  of  glory, 

The  Lamb  ye  shall  behold ; 
In  triumph  cast  before  Him 

Your  diadems  of  gold. 

4  Our  hope  and  expectation, 

O  Jesus  !  now  appear ; 
Arise  !  thou  sun  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere. 
With  hearts  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead  O  Lord !  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption, 

That  brings  us  unto  Thee. 

German. 

L.M. 


THE  ransomed  spirit  to  her  home, 
The  clime  of  cloudless  beauty,  flies  ; 
No  more  on  stormy  seas  to  roam, 
She  hails  her  haven  in  the  sides. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  323 

But  cheerless  are  those  heavenly  fields, 
That  cloudless  clime  no  pleasure  yields, 

There  is  no  bliss  in  bowers  above, 

If  Thou  art  absent,  holy  Love  ! 

The  cherub  near  the  viewless  throne, 

Hath  smote  the  harp  with  trembling  hand; 

And  one  with  incense-fire  hath  flown, 
To  touch  with  flame  the  angel  band. 

But  tuneless  is  the  quivering  string, 

No  melody  can  Gabriel  bring  ; 
Mute  are  its  arches,  when  above, 
The  harps  of  heaven  wake  not  to  love. 

Earth,  sea,  and  sky  one  language  speak, 
In  harmony  that  soothes  the  soul ; 

'Tis  heard  when  scarce  the  zephyrs  wake, 
And  when  on  thunders,  thunders  roll. 

That  voice  is  heard,  and  tumults  cease, 

It  whispers  to  the  bosom,  peace  : 
Speak,  Thou  Inspirer  from  above. 
And  cheer  our  hearts,  celestial  Love. 

Tappan. 


359.  S.  M. 

H  pOREVER  with  the  Lord !» 
JU      Amen !  so  let  it  be : 

Life  from  the  dead  is  in  the  word : 
5Tis  immortality. 

2  Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam ! 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent, 
A  day's  march  nearer  horn-. 


324     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high ! 

Home  of  my  soul — how  near, 
At  times,  to  faith's  aspiring  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear ! 

4  Ah  !  then  my  spirit  faints, 

To  reach  the  land  I  love  ; 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
Jerusalem  above ! 

5  Oh  !  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall  rend  the  veil  in  twain ; 
By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

6  "  Knowing  as  I  am  known !" 

How  shall  I  love  that  word — 
And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne 
"  Forever  with  the  Lord." 

Montgomery 


360.  tL4k 

UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made. 
God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  everv  hour. 


2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  snares ; 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 


Those  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  sleep, 
Shall  Israel  keep 

"When  dangers  raise. 


IsTo  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  nie  there. 
Thou  art  my  sun, 

And  Thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 


4  Hast  Thou  not  given  Thy  word,, 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  soul  from  death. 
o  and  come, 

Till  from  on  high 
*      Thou  cafl'st  me  home. 


331. 

AROUXD  the  throne  ot  Hod  in  heaven 
Thousands  of  children  stand  ; 
Children  who  feel  their  sins  forgiven, 

A  holy,  happy  band — 
Singing  glorv!  glorv !   glory  be  to  God  on 
nigh!" 


326     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white, 

See  every  one  arrayed  ; 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 

And  joys  that  never  fade. 
Singing  glory !  glory  !  glory  be '  to  God  on 
high ! 

3  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above  ? 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair ; 
Where  all  is  peace  and  joy  and  love  ? 

How  came  those  children  there, 
Singing  glory !  glory !  glory  be  to  God  on 
high ! 

4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  His  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin  ; 
Bathed  in  this  pure  and  precious  flood 

Behold  them  white  and  clean, 
Singing  glory !  glory !  glory  be  to  God  on 
high  ! 

5  On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 

On  earth  they  loved  His  name  ; 
So  now  they  see  His  blessed  face, 

And  stand  before  the  Lamb, 
Singing  glory !  glory !  glory  be  tfo  God  on 
high ! 


362.  L.  M. 

FAREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  begone, 
I  have  no  Rome  nor  stay  with  you ; 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  shall  view. 
IHl  inarch  to  Canaan's  land, 

IHI  land  on  Canaan's  shore, 
"Where  pleasures  never  end, 

And  troubles  come  no  more. 
Farewell,  farewell,  farewell, 
My  loving  friends,  farewell  ~ 


MISCELLANEOUS.  327 

2  Farewell  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 

X or  waits  for  mortal's  care  or  bliss  ; 
I  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

3  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love  ; 
Yet  we  believe  His  gracious  word, 
We  all  shall  meet  Him  soon  above. 

4  Farewell,  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 

You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  hea  -  ;i ; 
You've  counted  all  things  new  but  dross. 
Fight  on !  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 


363.  S. 

LORD,  in  the  strength  of  grace, 
With  a  glad  heart  and  free, 
Myself,  my  residue  of  days, 
I  consecrate  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  ransomed  servant,  I 

Restore  to  Thee  thine  own ; 
And  from  this  moment  live  or  die, 
To  serve  my  God  alone. 


864,.  L.  M. 

Sal/bath  Evening. 

BLEST  Sabbath  eve  !  thy  holy  calm, 
How  welcome  to  the  weary  breast ; 
How  sweetly  sounds  the  household  psalm, 
Which  lulls  thy  sacred  hours  to  rest. 


328     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY 

2  This  clay  within  Thy  courts,  O  Lord  ! 

Thy  waiting  saints  have  met  with  Thee ; 

Our  eyes  have  seen,  our  ears  have  heard, 

What  prophets  longed  to  hear  and  see. 

3  A  thousand  days  may  not  compare 

With  one  which  in  Thy  courts  we  spend 
May  every  day  that  finds  us  there, 
To  life  a  holier  impulse  lend. 

4  Through  every  scene  of  worldly  strife, 

A  Sabbath  blessing  with  us  go ; 
.  In  every  day  of  common  life, 
A  Sabbath  spirit  may  we  show. 

5  Within  Thine  earthly  courts,  may  we 

With  grace  for  earthly  work  be  blest ; 
Till  in  Thy  "house  above,  we  see, 
The  Sabbath  of  our  endless  rest. 


365.  ITr-  2. 

II !  had  I  the  wings  of  a  dove, 

I'd  make  my  escape  and  be  gone  ; 
I'd  mix  with  the  spirits  above, 

Who  encompass  yon  heavenly  throne. 
I'd  fly  from  all  labor  and  toil, 

To  the  place  where  the  weary  have  rest : 
I'd  haste  from  contention  and  broil, 

To  the  peaceful  abodes  of  the  blest 

2  How  happy  are  they  who  no  more 

Have  to  feel  the  assault  of  the  foe  ! 
Arrived  on  the  heavenly  shore, 

They  have  left  all  their  conflicts  below  ; 
They  are  far  from  all  danger  and  fear, 

While  remembrance  enhances  their  joys, 
As  the  storm,  when  escaped,  doth  endear 

The  retreat  that  the  haven  supplies. 


OELLANEOUa  329 

3  Around  that  magnificent  throne, 

Where  the  Lamb  all  His  glory  displays, 
United  forever  in  one, 

His  people  are  singing  His  praise  : 
How  holy,  how  happy  are  they, 

ISTo  tongue  can  express  their  delight ; 
My  soul,  now  unwilling  to  stay, 

Prepares  for  her  heavenly  flight. 

4  But  no  !  my  desire  is  not  good — 

Impatience,  not  faith,  is  its  source  ; 
"While  He  who  redeemed  me  with  blood, 

Still  says  to  me,  "  Carry  the  Cross/5 
O  Lord !  let  me  think  of  the  day 

When  Thou  wast  rejected  of  men; 
And  put  the  base  wish  far  away, 

And  never  be  fearful  again. 

5  'Nor  less  my  perverseness  forgive, 

That  when  ease  and  prosperity  come, 
Thy  servant  is  willing  to  live, 

And  his  exile  prefers  to  his  home. 
Ah !  Lord  !  what  a  sinner  am  I, 

My  hope  is  in  mercy  alone ; 
Forgive  me,  forgive  me !  I  cry, 

Still  count  me  through  grace  for  Thine  own. 

Kelley. 


0 


366.  III.  3. 

H !  the  hour  when  this  material 

Shall  have  vanished  like  a  cloud  ; 
When  amid  the  wide  ethereal, 
All  the  invisible  shall  crowd. 


330     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

And  the  naked  soul  surrounded 

With  realities  unknown, 
Triumph  in  the  view  unbounded, 

Feel  herself  with  God  alone. 

2  In  that  sudden  strange  transition, 

By  what  new  and  finer  sense 
Shall  she  grasp  the  mighty  vision, 

And  receive  its  influence  ? 
Angels,  guard  the  new  immortal 

Through  the  wonder-teeming  space, 
To  the  everlasting  portal — 

To  the  spirit's  resting  place. 

3  Will  she  there  no  fond  emotion, 

Naught  of  earthly  love,  retain  ? 
Or  absorbed  in  pure  devotion, 

Will  no  mortal  trace  remain  ? 
Can  the  grave  those  ties  dissever 

With  the  very  heart-strings  twined ; 
Must  she  part,  and  part  forever 

With  the  friends  she  leaves  behind  ? 

4  No  !  the  past  she  still  remembers  ; 

Faith  and  hope  surviving  too, 
Ever  watch  the  sleeping  embers 

Which  must  rise  and  live  anew. 
For  the  widowed,  lonely  spirit, 

Incomplete  till  clothed  afresh — 
Longs  perfection  to  inherit, 

Longs  to  triumph  in  the  flesh. 

5  Angels !  let  the  ransomed  stranger 

In  your  tender  care  be  blest ; 
Hoping,  trusting,  free  from  danger, 

Till  the  trumpet  end  her  rest. 
Till  the  trump  which  shakes  creation, 

Through  the  circling  heavens  shall  roll ; 
Till  the  day  of  consummation, 

Till  the  bridal  of  the  soul. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  331 

6  Can  I  trust  a  fellow-being, 

Can  I  trust  an  angeVs  care  ? 
Oh  !  Thou  merciful,  all-seeing, 

Shine  around  my  spirit  there. 
Jesus !  blessed  Mediator, 

Thou  the  airy  path  hast  trod  ; 
Thou  the  Judge,  the  Consummator, 

Shepherd  of  the  fold  of  God. 

7  Blessed  fold !  no  foe  can  enter, 

And  no  friend  departeth  thence ; 
Jesus  is  their  sun,  their  centre, 

And  their  shield  Omnipotence. 
Blessed,  for  the  Lamb  shall  feed  them, 

All  their  tears  shall  wipe  away, 
To  the  living  fountains  lead  them 

Till  fruition's  perfect  day. 

8  Lo !  it  comes — that  day  of  wonder, 

Louder  chorals  shake  the  skies  ; 
Gates  of  death  are  burst  asunder, 

See  the  new-clothed  myriads  rise. 
Thought !  repress  thy  weak  endeavor, 

Here  must  reason  prostrate  fall ; 
Oh !  the  ineffable  Forever  ! 

And  the  eternal  All-in-all  ! 


367.  HI.  5. 

GLORY,  glory,  everlasting, 
Be  to  Him  who  bore  the  cross ; 
Who  redeemed  our  souls  by  tasting 
Death — the  death  deserved  by  us  ; 

Spread  His  glory, 
Who  redeemed  His  people  thus. 


332     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY 

2  His  is  love — 'tis  iove  unbounded, 

Without  measure,  without  end ; 
Human  thought  is  here  confounded, 
'Tis  too  vast  to  comprehend  ; 

Praise  the  Saviour, 
Magnify  the  sinner's  Friend ! 

3  While  we  hear  the  wondrous  story 

Of  the  Saviour's  cross  and  shame, 
Sing  we  "  everlasting  glory 
Be  to  God  and  to  the  Lamb ;" 

Saints  and  angels, 
Give  ye  glory  to  His  name. 


868.  C  M. 

LORD  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  Thee  ? 
O  height,  O  depth  of  love ! 
One  with  us  on  the  cursed  tree  ? 
We  one  with  Thee  above  ? 

2  Such  was  Thy  grace,  that,  for  our  sake, 

Thou  didst  from  heaven  come  down  ; 
Our  mortal  flesh  and  blood  partake, 
In  all  our  misery  one. 

3  Our  sins,  our  guilt,  in  love  divine, 

Confessed  and  borne  by  Thee  ; 
The  gall,  the  curse,  the  wrath  were  Thine 
To  set  Thy  members  free. 

4  Ascended  now,  in  glory  bright, 

Still  one  with  us  Thou  art ; 
Isot  life,  nor  death,  nor  depth,  nor  height, 
Thy  saints  and  Thee  can  part. 

5  Oh  !  teach  us,  Lord,  to  know  and  own 

This  wondrous  mystery ; 
That  Thou  with  us  art  truly  one, 
And  we  are  one  with  Thee. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


Soon,  soon  snail  come  that  glorious  day, 
Where,  seated  on  Thy  Throne, 

Thou  shalt  to  wondering  worlds  display 
That  Thou  with  us  art  one. 


TK  yon  blest  plains,  where  Jesus  reigns, 
JL     And  lasting  joys  abound, 
I  long  to  be,  that  I  may  see 
My  Lord  with  glory  crowned. 

2  Then  shall  I  rest  upon  his  breast, 

And  ever  see  Kis  face  ; 
With  ceaseless  joy  my  powers  employ 
In  singing  forth  His  praise. 

3  O  Jesus !  now  one  smile  bestow, 

To  cheer  me  on  my  way ; 
In  Thee  I  hope,  hold  Thou  me  up, 
Lest  I  should  go  astray. 


D 


370.  C  M, 

WELL  not,  my  searching  soul, 

On  ritual  shadows  now  ; 
Christ  i3  the  Lamb  ail  pure  and  whole ; 
The  ransomed  first-born  thou. 


2  Now  get  thy  house  within, 

Slay,  eat,  anoint  thy  door  ; 
The  dread  Avenger  comes  not  in 
To  smite,  but  passeth  o  'er. 

3  He  looks  and  calls  from  high, 

Art  thou  to  die  or  live  ? 
He  hears  the  posts  and  lintels  cry, 
Forgive !  forgive  !  forgive  | 


834     HSTMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4  I  hear  the  Accuser  roar, 

Of  ills  that  I  have  done  ; 
I  know  them  well,  and  thousands  more ; 
Jehovah  findeth  none. 

5  Sin,  Satan,  Death,  press  near, 

To  harass  and  appal ; 
Let  but  my  Advocate  appear, 
Backward  they  go  and  fall. 

6  Before,  behind,  around, 

They  set  their  fierce  array, 
To  fight  and  force  me  from  my  ground, 
Along  Emmanuel's  way. 

7  I  meet  them  face  to  face, 

Through  Jesus'  conquest  blest ; 
March  in  the  triumph  of  His  grace, 
Right  onward  to  my  rest. 

8  There  in  His  book  I  bear 

A  more  than  conq'ror's  name — 
A  soldier,  son,  and  fellow-heir, 
Who  fought  and  overcame. 

9  This  be  the  Victor's  name, 

Who  fought  our  fight  alone  ; 

Triumphant  saints  no  honor  claim, 

Their  conquest  was  His  own. 


371.  III. 

WHEN"  this  passing  world  is  done, 
When  has  sunk  yon  glaring  sun ; 
When  we  stand  with  Christ  in  glory, 
Looking  o'er  life's  finished  story  ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  335 

"When  I  hear  the  wicked  call 
On  the  rocks  and  hills  to  fall, 
When  I  see  them  start  and  shrink 
On  the  fiery  deluge  brink  : 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Xot  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 


When  I  stand  before  the  throne, 
Dressed  in  beauty  not  my  own  ; 
When  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
Love  Thee  with  unsinning  heart  ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know, 
Xot  till  then — how  much  I  owe. 


Oft  I  walk  beneath  the  cloud, 
Dark  as  midnight's  gloomy  shroud  ; 
But  when  fear  is  at  the  height, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light ; 
Blessed  Jesus  !  bid  me  show 
Doubting  saints  how  much  I  owe. 


When  hi  flowery  paths  I  tread, 

Oft  by  sin  I'm  captive  led  ; 

Oft  I  fall — but  still  arise — 

The  Spirit  comes — the  tempter  flies  ; 

Blessed  Spirit !  bid  me  show 

Weary  sinners  all 'I  owe. 


Oft  the  nights  of  sorrow  reign, 
Weeping,  sickness,  sighing,  pain ; 
But  a  night  Thine  anger  burns, 
Morning  comes  and  joy  returns  ; 
God  of  comforts  !  bid  me  show 
To  Thy  poor  how  much  I  owe. 


336     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 


372.  II.  4 

COME,  my  fond  fluttering  heart, 
Come,  struggle  to  be  free  ; 
Thou  and  the  world  must  part, 

However  hard  it  be : 
My  trembling  spirit  owns  it  just, 
But  cleaves  yet  closer  to  the  dust. 

2  Ye  tempting  sweets,  forbear, 

Ye  dearest  idols,  fall ; 
My  love  ye  must  not  share, 

Jesus  shall  have  it  all : 
5Tis  bitter  pain,  'tis  cruel  smart, 
But  ah !  thou  must  consect,  my  heart. 

3  Ye  fair  enchanting  throng  ! 

Ye  golden  dreams,  farewell ! 
Earth  has  prevailed  too  long, 

And  now  I  break  the  spell :    " 
Ye  cherished  joys  of  early  years — 
Jesus,  forgive  these  parting  tears. 

4  But.  must  I  part  with  all  ? 

My  heart  still  fondly  pleads  : 
Yes,  Dagon's  self  must  fall ; 

It  beats,  it  throbs,  it  bleeds 
Is  there  no  balm  in  Gilead  found, 
To  soothe  and  heal  the  smarting  wound  ? 

5  Oh !  yes,  there  is  a  balm, 

A  kind  Physician  there  ; 
My  fevered  mind  to  calm, 

To  bid  me  not  despair  : 
Aid  me,  dear  Saviour ;  set  me  free, 
And  I  will  all  resign  to  Thee. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  337 

6  Oh !  may  I  feel  Thy  worth, 
And  let  no  idol  dare, 
No  vanity  of  earth 

With  Thee,  my  Lord,  compare ; 
Now  bid  all  worldly  joys  depart, 
And  reign  supremely  in  my  heart. 

Jane  Taylor. 


A 


373.  L.  M. 

H !  my  dear  Lord  !  whose  changeless  love 
To  me  nor  earth  nor  hell  can  part, 

When  shall  my  feet  forget  to  rove ; 
Ah !  what  shall  fix  this  faithless  heart  ? 


2  Why  do  these  cares  my  soul  divide, 

If  Thou  indeed  hast  set  me  free  ? 
Why  am  I  thus,  if  Thou  hast  died, 
If  Thou  hast  died  to  ransom  me  ? 

3  Around  me  clouds  of  darkness  roll, 

In  deepest  night  I  still  walk  on ; 
Heavily  moves  my  fainting  soul, 
My  comfort  and  my  God  are  gone. 

4  O  Love  !  Thy  sovereign  aid  impart, 

And  guard  the  gifts  Thyself  hast  given ; 
My  portion  Thou  ;  my  treasure  art, 
And  life,  and  happiness,  and  heaven. 

5  Would  aught  with  Thee  my  wishes  share, 

Though  dear  as  life  the  idol  be, 
The  idol  from  my  breast  I'll  tear, 
Resolved  to  seek  my  all  from  Thee. 

6  Whate'er  I  fondly  counted  mine, 

To  Thee,  my  Lord,  I  her®  restore  ; 
Gladly  I  all  for  Thee  resign  ; 
Give  me  Thyself,  I  ask  no  more. 
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338     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 


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374.  II.  3. 

H !  draw  me,  Saviour,  alter  Thee, 

So  shall  I  run,  and  never  tire ; 
With  gracious  words  still  comfort  me, 

Be  Thou  my  hope,  my  sole  desire. 
Free  from  every  weight ;  nor  fear, 
Nor  sin  can  come,  if  Thou  art  here. 

From  all  eternity  with  love 

Unchangeable  Thou  hast  me  viewed  ; 
Ere  knew  this  beating  heart  to  move, 

Thy  tender  mercies  me  pursued : 
Ever  with  me  may  they  abide, 
And  close  me  in  on  every  side. 

In  suffering  be  Thy  love  my  peace, 
In  weakness  be  Thy  love  my  power  : 

And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 
Jesus,  in  that  important  hour, 

In  death,  in  life,  be  Thou  my  guide, 

And  save  me,  who  for  me  hast  died ! 


375. 

WrHAT  though  time  on  earth  were  over  ? 
Not  on  time  our  hopes  depend  ; 
Lo  !  beyond  it  we  discover, 

Life  that  never  knows  an  end. 
'Mid  the  woes  that  life  attend, 

Still  for  rest  we  turn  to  Thee  : 
God  a  father  and  a  friend, 

Changeless,  in  His  Son  we  see. 

2  Father  still  in  all  our  need, 
Father  still  in  weal  or  woe  ; 
Father  even  of  the  dead, 

When  into  the  grave  we  go. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  339 

Change  may  toss  us  to  and  fro, 
Changeless  He  in  whom  we  trust : 

Even  our  flesh  His  care  shall  know, 
When  our  bodies  turn  to  dust. 

3  Then  let  days  and  years  be  fleeting, 

Swiftly  pass  our  joys  and  woes  ; 
'Mid  the  changes  we  are  meeting, 

God,  our  God,  no  changes  knows. 
Ours  be  then  a  life  that  shows, 

That  conducted  by  His  hand, 
We  shall  enter  at  its  close, 

Our  beloved  father-land. 


376. 

Tiie  Asee?urion. 


RISE,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise, 
Into  Thy  native  skies — 
Assume  Thy  right ; 
And  when  in  many  a  fold, 
The  clouds  are  backward  roiled, 
Pass  through  those  gates  of  gold, 
And  reign  in  light ! 

2  Victor  o'er  death  and  hell ! 
Cherubic  legions  swell 

The  radiant  train ; 
Praises  all  heaven  inspire — 
Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre, 
And  waves  his  wings  of  fire : 

Thou  Lamb  once  slain  ! 

3  Enter,  incarnate  God ! 

No  feet  but  Thine  have  trod 

The  Serpent  down : 
Blow  the  full  trumpets,  blow  I 
Wider  yon  portals  throw ! 
Saviour !  triumphant  go, 

And  take  Thy  crown  ! 


340     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4  Lion  of  Judah,  hail ! 
And  let  Thy  name  prevail, 

From  age  to  age  : 
Lord  of  the  rolling  years, 
Claim  for  Thine  own  the  spheres ; 
For  Thou  hast  bought  with  tears 

Thy  heritage. 

5  Yet,  who  are  these  behind, 
In  number  more  than  mind 

Can  count  or  say : 
Clothed  in  immortal  stoles, 
Illumining  the  poles — 
A  galaxy  of  souls, 

In  white  array  ? 

6  And  then  was  heard  afar, 
Star  answering  to  star  : 

Lo  !  these  have  come ; 
Followers  of  Him  who  gave 
His  life  their  lives  to  save  ; 
And  now  their  palms  they  wave — 

Brought  safely  home. 

*7  O  Lord !  ascend  Thy  throne ! 
For  Thou  shalt  rule  alone, 

Beside  Thy  Sire ; 
With  the  great  Paraclete — 
The  three  in  One  complete — 
Before  whose  awful  feet 
All  foes  expire ! 

Bhydges. 


377. 
rpiIE  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
x     Whose  all-sufficient  grace 
Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days, 
In  all  His  ways. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  341 

He  calls  a  worm  His  friend — 

He  calls  Himself  my  God ; 
And  He  shall  save  me  to  the  end, 

Through  Jesus'  "blood. 

2  Though  nature's  strength  decay, 

And  earth  and  hell  withstand  ; 
To  Canaan's  bounds  I  urge  my  way, 

At  God's  command.  # 

The  watery  deep  I  pass, 

With  Jesus  in  my  view ; 
And  through  the  howling  wilderness 

Jfly  way  pursue. 

3  The  goodly  land  I  see, 

With  peace  and  plenty  blest ; 
The  land  of  sacred  liberty, 

And  endless  rest. 
There  milk  and  honey  flow, 

And  oil  and  wine  abound ; 
And  trees  of  life  forever  grow, 

"With  mercy  crowned. 

4  Before  the  great  Three  One 

They  all  exulting  stand ; 
And  tell  the  wonders  He  hath  done, 

Through  all  their  land. 
The  listening  spheres  attend, 

And  swell  the  growing  fame ; 
And  sing  in  songs  which  never  end, 

The  wondrous  name. 

5  Before  the  Saviour's  face, 

The  ransomed  nations  bow  , 
Overwhelmed  with  His  Almighty  grace, 

Forever  new : 
He  shows  His  prints  of  love — 

They  kindle  to  a  flame  ; 
And  sound  through  all  the  worlds  above, 

The  slaughtered  Lamb.*  Olivers. 

*  The  other  verses  of  this  Hymn  may  be  found  in  the 
Prayer  Book  Selection. 


342     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

378. 

SAVIOUR !  when  Thy  beauteous  feet 
Were  heard  in  Salem's  ancient  street, 
Far  rang  the  joyful  tidings  fleet, 
And  Zion's  song  once  more  was  sweet  : 

Hosanna ! 

2  The  sick  came  forth  with  tottering  tread  ; 
Kind  brethren  bore  the  cripple's  bed ; 
Some  gentle  hand  the  blind  man  led, 
And  loved  ones  called  Thee  to  their  dead  : 

Hosanna  ! 

o  Still  stood  the  maniac's  quivering  frame, 
Beside  Thy  path  lay  clown  the  lame, 
Near  and  yet  near  the  leper  came, 
Nor  shrank  the  weeping  child  of  shame  : 

Hosanna ! 

4  And  all  were  healed !  they  rose ;  they  ran ; 
They  lived  anew  time's  little  span ; 

The  life  of  heaven  on  earth  began, 
And  God  and  angels  walked  with  man : 

Hosanna ! 

5  Healer  of  souls,  oh  !  heal  Thou  me  ! 
And  ope  mine  eyes,  Thy  face  to  see  ; 
And  bend  the  grateful  leper's  knee ;     . 
And  let  me  live,  and  live  for  Thee  ! 

Hosanna! 

6  Then,  I  will  journey  on  in  light, 

And  Thy  dear  steps  shall  guide  me  right. 
Till  I  shall  trail  my  robes  of  white 
On  thy  pure  city's  pavement  bright : 

Hosanna ! 
Bp.  Burgess. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


379. 


QIXCE  o'er  Thy  footstool  here  below, 
0     Such  radiant  gems  are  strewn, 

Oh !  what  magnificence  must  glow, 

My  God,  about  Thy  throne  ! 
So  brilliant  here  those  drops  of  light — 
There  the  full  ocean  rolls,  how  bright ! 

2  Knight's  blue  curtain  of  the  - 

With  thousand  stars  inwrought. 
Hung  like  a  royal  canopy 

"With  glittering  diamonds  fraught — 
Be,  Lord,  Thy  temple's  outer  veil, 
What  splendor  at  the  shrine  must  dwell ! 

3  The  dazzling  sun  at  noontide  hour, 

Forth  from  his  flaming  vase, 
Flinging  o'er  earth  the  golden  shower, 

Till  vale  and  mountain  blaze — 
But  shows,  O  Lord!  one  beam  of  Thine  : 
What  then  the  day  where  Thou  dost  shine  ! 

4  Ah !  how  shall  these  dim  eyes  endure 

That  noon  of  living  rays, 
Or  how  my  spirit  so  impure, 

Upon  Thy  glory  gaze  ? 
Anoint,  O  Lord !  anoint  my  sight, 
And  robe  me  for  that  world  of  light ! 

MUHLENiSERG. 


380.  IV.  4. 

Epiphany,  Isaiah  60. 

ISE,  daughter  of  Zion,  thy  mourning  is  o'er, 
1     The  night  that  hath  veiled  thee  shall  veil 
thee  no  more  ; 


344     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

Wear  the  robes  of  the  morning,  arise  thou, 

and  shine, 
For  the  beauty  and  light  of  Jehovah  are 

thine. 

2  Oh  !  lift  up  thine  eyes,  look  around  thee  and 

see 
How  thy  children  are  gathering  together  to 

thee, 
Like  doves  on  the  wing,  flying  home  to  be 

blest 
At  thine  altar,  with  peace,  in  thy  bosom, 

with  rest. 

3  From  the  sea's  farthest  shores,  and  like  its  full 

tide, 
The  nations  new-born,  how  they  flock  to  thy 

side, 
To  freedom  forth  springing,  thy  light  having 

seen, 
They  own  thee  a  mother,  and  hail  thee  a 

queen. 

4  Who  wasted  thee  once,  humbly  kneel  at  thy 

throne, 
Rejoicing  thy  sceptre  of  mercy  to  own  : 
And  the  proud  ones  that  hailed  not  the  dawn 

of  thy  day, 
In  the  blaze  of  its  noon  shall  but  wither  away. 

5  In   thy  kingdom  of  love   shall  all  violence 

cease  ; 
Thine  exactors  be  justice,  thine  officers  peace, 
All  righteous  thy  people,  all  truth  be  thy 

ways, 
Salvation  thy  bulwarks,  thy  portals  be  praise. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  345 

6  Jehovah    thy  beauty,   thy    brightness,    thy 
crown, 
Thy  moon  shall  ne'er  wane,  and  thy  sun  ne'er 

go  clown, 
And  the  tide  of  thy  glory,    no    ebbing    to 
know, 
From  ages  eternal  to  ages  shall  flow. 

M/UHLSKBSRG. 


331.  HI- 1. 

Thy  Kingdom  Come. 

KIXG  of  kings,  and  wilt  Thou  deign 
O'er  this  wayward  heart  to  reign, 
Henceforth  take  it  for  Thy  throne, 
Rule  here,  Lord,  and  rule  alone  ? 

2  Then  like  heaven's  angelic  bands, 
Waiting  for  Thine  high  commands, 
All  my  power  shall  wait  on  Thee, 
Captive, yet  divinely  free. 

3  At  Thy  word  my  will  shall  bow, 
Judgment,  reason,  bending  low, 
Hope,  desire,  and  every  thought, 
Into  glad  obedience  brought. 

4'  Zeal  shall  haste  with  eager  wings, 
Hourly  some  new  gift  to  bring ; 
Wisdom  humbly  casting  down 
At  Thy  feet  her  golden  crown. 

5  Tuned  by  Thee  in  sweet  accord, 
All  shall  sing  their  precious  Lord  ; 
Love, like  Thine  own  Seraphim, 
Leading  on  the  blissful  hvmn. 
15* 


346      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY 

6  Be  it  so — my  heart  Thy  throne, 
All  my  powers  Thy  sceptre  own ; 
And  like  them  on  heaven's  bright  hill, 
Live  rejoicing  in  Thy  will. 

Muhlenberg. 


i 


382.  IV.  4. 

"  I  would  not  live  alway.'' — Job  7  :  16. 

WOULD  not  live  alway — live  alway  below ! 
Oh !  no,  I'll  not  linger,  when  bidden  to  go. 

The  days  of  our  pilgrimage  granted  us  here, 

Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its 
cheer. 

Would  I  shrink  from  the  path  which  the  pro- 
phets of  God, 

Apostles  and  martyrs,  so  joyfully  trod? 

While  brethren  and  friends  are  all  hastening 
home, 

Like  a  spirit  unblest,  o'er  the  earth  would  I 
roam  ? 

2  I  would  not  live  alway — I  ask  not  to  stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 

way ; 
Where    seeking   for    peace,  we    but    hover 

around, 
Like  the  patriarch's  bird,  and  no  resting  is 

found ; 
Where  Hope,  when  she  paints  her  gay  bow  in 

the  air, 
Leaves  its  brilliance  to  fade  in  the  night  of 

despair  ; 
And    Joy's  fleeting  angel  ne'er  sheds  a  glad 

ray, 

Save  the  gleam  of  the  plumage  that  bears  him 
away. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  347 

3  I  would  not  live  alway — thus  fettered  by  sin; 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within ; 
In  a  moment  of  strength,  if  I  sever  the  chain, 
Scarce  the  victory's   mine   ere   I'm  captive 

again. 

E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with 
fears, 

And  my  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent- 
tears  ; 

The  festival  trump  calls  for  jubilant  songs, 

But  my  spirit  her  own  miserere  prolongs. 

4  I  would  not  live  alway  —  no,  welcome  the 

tomb ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there  I  dread  not  its 

gloom ; 
Where  lie  deigned  to  sleep,  I'll  too  bow  my 

head, 
All  peaceful  to  slumber  on  that  hallowed  bed. 
And  then  the  glad  dawn  soon  to  follow  that 

night, 
When  the  sunrise  of  glory  shall  beam  on  my 

sight, 
When  the  fall  matin  song,  as  the  sleepers 

arise 
To  shout  in  the  morning,  shall  peal  through 

the  skies. 

5  Who,  who  would  live  alway  ?  away  from  his 

God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns ; 
Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported   to 

greet, 


348      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

While  the  songs  of  salvation  exultingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 
soul. 

6  That  heavenly  music !  what  is  it  I  hear  ? 
The  notes  of  the  harpers  ring  sweet  in  the 

air ; 
And  see,  soft  unfolding,  those  portals  of  gold ! 
The  King  ail  arrayed  in  His  beauty  behold  ! 
Oh!  give  me,  oh!  give  me  the  wings  of  a  dove ! 
Let  me  hasten  my  flight  to  those  mansions 

above : 
Ay,  'tis  now  that  my  soul  on  swift  pinions 

would  soar, 
And  in  ecstasy  bid  earth  adieu  evermore. 

MUHLENBSRG-. 


383.  L.  M. 

WHEN  he  who  from  the  scourge  of  wrong, 
Aroused  the  Hebrew  tribes  to  fly ; 
Saw  the  fair  region  promised  long, 
And  bowed  him  on  the  hills  to  die  ; 

2  God  made  his  grave  to  men  unknown, 

Where  Moab's  rocks  a  vale  inclose  ; 
And  laid  the  aged  seer  alone, 
To  slumber  there  in  long  repose. 

3  Thus  still,  whene'er  the  good  and  just 

Close  the  dim  eye  on  life  and  pain ; 
Heaven  watches  o'er  their  sleeping  dust, 
Till  the  pure  spirit  comes  again. 

i  Though  nameless,  silent,  and  forgot, 

His  servants'  lowly  ashes  lie ; 
•  Yet  God  has  marked  and  sealed  the  spot, 
To  call  its  inmate  to  the  sky. 

Bryant: 


.  OUS.  S49 

384.  CM. 

THERE  is  a  good  and  pleasant  land, 
On  this  side  Jordan's  stream  ; 
Where  happy  saints  delighted  stand, 
And  bask  in  glory's  beam. 

2  Lord,  let  me  know,  before  I  die, 

The  wonders  of  Thy  hand ; 
And  let  me  see,  with  mortal  eye, 
That  good  and  pleasant  land. 

3  jIv  Sayiour,  tell  me  Thou  art  mine, 

And  let  me  understand 
Row  bright  Thy  love  and  mercy  shine 
Within  that  pleasant  h 

4  And  when  Thy  sovereign  voice  shall  say, 

"  This  land  is  not  thy  rest ; 
Arise,  depart,  and  come  a 
To  realms  completely  blest ; " 

5  Then  shall  my  terrors  all  have  ceased, 

y  footprints  I  shall  see, 
My  Lord,  my  God,  my  great  High  Priest, 
And  I  will  pass  to  thee  ! 

6  And  if  I  found  upon  the  way 

A  good  and  pleasant  land ; 
What  shall  I  find,  when  I  survey 

The  joys  at  Thy  right  hand  ? 


ITearer  to  Thee. 


ALOXG  the  mountain  track  of  life, 
Along  the  weary  lea, 
O'er  rocks,  'mid  storm,  in  joy  or  strife, 
Let  this  my  heart-cry  be  : 
,;  Nearer  to  Thee  !  nearer  to  Thee !  " 


350      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  This  pilgrim-path  by  Thee  was  trod, 

Jesus,  my  King,  by  Thee  ! 
Traced  by  Thy  feet,  Thy  tears,  Thy  blood, 

In  love,  in  death,  for  me — 
Ob  !  bring  my  soul  "  nearer  to  Thee !  " 

3  Let  every  step,  let  every  thought, 

Sweet  memories  bear  of  Thee  ! 
And  hear  the  soul  Thy  love  hath  bought, 

Yvrhose  way-cry  oft  shall  be  : 
"  Nearer  to  Thee !  nearer  to  Thee !" 

4  Thou  wilt !  Thou  dost !  a  still  small  voice 

Teacheth  of  faith  in  Thee  ! 
Of  hope  that  might  in  grief  rejoice, 

If  still  the  way-cry  be  : 
"  Nearer  to  Thee  !  nearer  to  Thee.!" 

5  Yet  a  few  days,  to  me,  perhaps, 

And  time  no  more  shall  be  ; 
But  boundless  love  can  know  no  lapse, 

Thou  art  Eternity  ! 
Draw  Thou  my  soul  "  nearer  to  Thee  !" 

6  Be  it  the  heaven  I  hope  above, 

To  live  and  move  in  Thee  ! 
Oh  !  by  Thy  past,  Thy  promised  love, 
Grant  these  blest  words  to  me  : 
"Ascend,  forgiven,  c  nearer  to  Thee  ! ' " 


386.  C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  stream  that  maketh  bright 
A  city  far  away  ; 
Where  neither  morning  is,  nor  night ; 
For  God  Himself  is  dav. 


-  3ELLANE0U& 

2  That  stream  no  parching  noon  may  stop  ; 

Better  and  holier  fai- 
ls its  least  shining  water-drop 
Than  mountain  torrents  are. 

3  Is  there  a  wish  in  heart  and  mind. 

To  drink  that  stream  and  live  ? 
Go,  child  of  man,  thy  Saviour  find  ; 
Re  will  its  waters  give. 

4  Whene'er  Ave  hear  His  holy  word, 

If  we  but  hear  aright, 
But  ask  aright  of  Christ  our  Lord, 
We  drink  those  waters  bright. 

5  Morning  and  eve,  when  thou  art  taught 

To  know  God's  blessed  will, 
Unto  thy  very  lips  are  brought 
Drops  from  the  living  rill. 

6  Drink, then,  till  God  shall  call  thee  homo 

Unto  that  city  fair  ; 
Where  thirst  and  pain  can  never  come, 
Because  His  throne  is  there. 

7  And  ever  through  the  holy  place 

The  living  waters  go, 
To  light  and  comfort  every  face 
That  sees  their  silver  flow. 

Tayler. 


i 


387.  C.  M. 

F  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  ; 


352      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Oh  !  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  Him,  who  died  our  fears  to  quell — 
Who  bore  our  guilt  and  woe  ! 

3  While  yet  in  anguish  He  surveyed 

Those  pangs  He  would  not  flee, 
What  love  His  latest  words  displayed — 
"  Meet  and  remember  me !  " 

4  Remember  Thee  !  Thy  death,  Thy  shame, 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share ! 
Oh !  memory,  leave  no  other  name 
But  His  recorded  there. 

Noel. 


388.  CM. 

Ministering  to  Chi*iet. 

"Inasmuch  as  ye  have  done  it  unto  one  of  the  least  of  these  my 
brethren,  ye  have  done  it  unto  me." — Matt.  25  :  40. 

OH !  when  some  tender,  gracious  word, 
Some  glimpse  of  life  above, 
Our  hearts'  deep  impulses  hath  stirred 

To  generous  grateful  love — 
When  errant  thought,  a  moment  free 

From  earthly,  selfish  aim, 
Returns,  O  Saviour  Lord !  to  Thee, 
And  breathes  alone  Thy  name ; 

2  What  would  we  give,  with  her  of  old, 
To  pour  love's  treasures  forth, 
In  contrite  tears,  the  soul's  choice  gold, 
And  spikenard's  costly  worth  ; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  §53 

To  kiss  with  her  Thy  sacred  feet, 

And  catch  those  notes  of  heaven 
From  thine  own  lips — assurance  sweet : 
"  Much  loving — much  forgiven." 

3  Or  weary,  homeless,  as  Thou  wert 

In  ail  Thy  sojourn  here, 

How  would  it  thrill  our  bounding  heart 
But  once  Thy  way  to  cheer : 

To  spread  for  Thee  the  plenteous  feast, 
Or  humblest  need  relieve — 

Thy  human  wants,  the  lowest,  least- 
Lord,  what  would  we  not  give ! 

4  Then,  then,  for  faith,  meek,  childlike  faith, 

To  take  Thee  at  thy  word : 
"  Done  to  my  brethren,*5  thus  it  saith, 
"  Thou  dost  it  to  thy  Lord  ; 
Naked,  sick,  prison-bound  are  they — 

Clothe,  comfort,  set  them  free  ; 
My  lineaments  their  griefs  portray, 
Thou  minist'rest  unto  me." 

5  Lord,  I  believe  !     Oh  !  day  by  day, 

To  sad  or  lonely  cell, 
By  crowded  lane,  by  dreary  way, 

Lead  me  where  Thou  dost  dwell ! 
That  languid  form — that  wan,  pale  cheek— 

I  see  Thee  suppliant  prove  ; 
Joy,  joy,  my  heart,  to  music  wake, 

The  life  of  Life  is  love  ! 

A.  A. 


389.  KM. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on  ;. 
Thus  far  His  power  prolongs  my  days, 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorials  of  His  orrace. 


a&i      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  He  forgives  my  follies  past, 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head, 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

i  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come. 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  Thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Watts. 


390. 

"Abide  with  us;  for  it  is  toward  evening,  and  the  day  is  far  spent." 

Ltjkt.24:  29. 

A  BIDE  with  me  ;  fast  falls  the  eventide ; 
xjl   The    darkness    thickens.      Lord,  with  me 

abide ; 
•  When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  oh  !  abide  with  me. 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  dzy  ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away  ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see — 

O  Thou  who  changest  not !  abide  with  me. 

3  Not  a  brief  glance  I  crave,  a  passing  word  ; 
But  as  thou  dwell'st  with  Thy  disciples,  Lord — • 
Familiar,  condescending,  patient,  free  ; 
Come  not  to  sojourn,  but  abide  with  me. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  35  5 

4  Come  not  in  terrors,  as  the  King  of  kings, 
But   kind    and    good,  with   healing  in  Thy 
wings — 

Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every  plea ; 
Come,  Friend  of  sinners,  thus  abide  with  me. 

o  Thou  on  my  head  in  early  youth  didst  smile  ; 
And  though  rebellious  and  perverse  mean- 
while, 
Thou  hast  not  left  me,  oft  as  I  left  Thee  : 
On  to  the  close,  O  Lord !  abide  with  me. 

6  I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour  ; 
What;  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

power  ? 
Who  like  Thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  oh  !  abide  with 


7  T  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless  ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness. 
Where  is  Death's  sting  ?     Where,  Grave,  the 

victory  ? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 

8  Hold  thou  Thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes, 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to 

the  skies ! 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain 

shadows  flee : 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord !  abide  with  me. 

LVTE. 


B 


391. 

Y  faith  I  see  my  Saviour  dying 

On  the  tree  ; 
To  every  nation  he  is  crying, 

Look  to  me  ; 


856         HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  near, 
Repent,  believe,  dismiss  your  fear ; 
Hark,  hark,  what  precious  words  I  hear, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

2  Did  Christ,  when  I  wras  sin  pursuing, 

Think  on  me  ? 
And  did  He  snatch  my  soul  from  ruin  ; 

Ctm  it  be ! 
Oh !  yes,  He  did  salvation  bring, 
He  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 
And  now  my  happy  soul  can  sing, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

3  Jesus  the  mighty  God  hath  spoken 

Peace  to  me ; 
Now  all  my  chains  of  sin  are  broken, 

I  am  free. 
Soon  as  I  in  His  name  believed, 
The  Holy  Spirit  I  received, 
And  Christ  from  death  my  soul  reprieved ; 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

4  Jesus,  .my  weary  soul  refreshes — 

It  is  He  ; 
And  every  moment  Christ  is  precious 

Unto  me. 
None  can  describe  the  bliss  I  prove, 
While  through  this  wilderness  I  rove  : 
All  may  enjoy  a  Saviour's  love — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

5  This  precious  truth,  ye.  sinners,  hear  it — 

Come  and  see ! 
Ye  ministers  of  God,  declare  it — 

Come  and  see ! 
Visit  the  heathen's  dark  abode, 
Proclaim  to  all  the  love  of  God  ; 
And  spread  the  glorious  news  abroad, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  357 

6  Long  as  I  live  I'll  still  be  crying 
Unto  Thee, 
And  this  shall  be  my  theme  when  dying- 
Mercy's  free. 
And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  passed, 
When  lodged  above  the  stormy  blast, 
I'll  sing  while  endless  ages  last, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 


392. 

A  SAFE  stronghold  our  God  is  still, 
A  trusty  shield  and  weapon ; 
He'll  help  us  clear  from  all  the  ill 

That  hath  us  now  o'ertaken. 
The  ancient  Prince  of  hell 
Hath  risen  with  purpose  fell ; 
Strong  mail  of  craft  and  power 
He  weareth  hi  this  hour — 
On  earth  is  not  his  fellow. 

2  With  force  of  arms  we  nothing  can, 

Full  soon  were  we  down-ridden  ; 
But  for  us  rights  the  proper  Man, 

Whom  God  Himself  hath  bidden. 
Ask  ye,  who  is  this  same  ? 
Christ  Jesus  is  His  name, 
The  Lord,  Zebaoth's  Son, 
He,  and  no  other  one, 

Shall  conquer  in  the  battle. 

3  And  were  the  world  all  devils  o'er, 

And  watching  to  devour  us, 

We  lay  it  not  to  heart  so  sore, 

Xot  they  can  overpower  us ; 


358      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

And  let  the  Prince  of  ill, 
Look  grim  as  e'er  he  will, 
He  harms  us  not  a  whit ; 
For  why  ?    His  doom  is  writ — 
A  word  shall  quickly  slay  him. 

4  God's  word,  for  all  their  craft  and  force, 

One  moment  will  not  linger, 
But  spite  of  hell  shall  have  its  course — 

'Tis  written  by  His  finger  ; 
And  though  they  take  our  life, 
Goods,  honor,  children,  wife, 
Yet  is  their  profit  small — ■ 
These  things  shall  vanish  all, 

The  Church  of  God  remaineth.* 

Luthee. 

*  This  is  the  celebrated  War  and  Yictory-Hymn  of  the 
Evangelical  faith,  written  the  year  before  the  Diet  of  Augs- 
burg.    Translated  by  Carlyle. 


AFFLICTION.  359 


XVI.  AFFLICTION. 


I.  SEVEKE  SUFFERING,  MENTAL  OE  BODILY. 


393.  C.  M. 

The  Sympathy  of  Jesus. 

■•  For  we  have  not  an  high  priest  which  can  not  be  touched  with  the 
feeling  of  our  infirmities ;  but  was  in  all  points  tempted  like  as  we  are, 
yet  without  sin.'1 — Heb.  4  :  15. 

JESUS,  my  sorrow  lies  too  deep 
For  human  sympathy, 
It  knows  not  how  to  tell  itself 
To  any  but  to  Thee. 

2  Thou  dost  remember,  amidst  all 

The  glories  of  Thy  throne, 
The  sorrows  of  humanity, 

For  they  were  once  Thine  own. 

3  Yes,  and  as  if  Thou  wouldst  be  God 

Even  in  misery, 
Thou'st  left  no  sorrow,  but  Thine  own, 
Untouched  by  sympathy. 

4  Jesus,  my  fainting  spirit  brings 

Its  tearfulness  to  Thee  ; 
Thine  eye  alone  can  penetrate 
The  clouded  mystery. 


360     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETEY. 

5  And  is  it  not  enough,  O  Lord  ! 
Thy  holy  sympathy ! 
That  sorrow  can  not  be  too  deep, 
That  I  may  bring  to  Thee. 


394.  IV.  5. 

0    SAVIOUR !  whose  mercy,  severe   in   its 
kindness, 
Hath  chastened  my  wanderings  and  guided 
my  way, 
Adored  be  the  power  that  pitied  my  blind- 
ness, 
And  weaned  me  from  phantoms  tkat  smil- 
ed to  betray. 

2  Enchanted  with  all  that  was  dazzling   and 

fair, 
I  followed  the  rainbow — I  caught  at  the 

toy; 
And  still  in  displeasure  Thy  goodness  was 

there, 
Disappointing  the  hope  and  defeating  the 

joy- 

3  The  blossom  blushed  bright,  but  a  worm  was 

below  ; 
The  moonlight  shone  fair,  there  was  blight 

in  the  beam, 
Sweet  whispered  the  breeze,  but  it  whispered 

of  woe  ; 
And  bitterness  flowed  in  the  soft  flowing 

stream. 


AFFLICTION. 

4  So  cured  of  my  folly,  yet  cured  but  in  part, 

I  turned  to  the  refuge  Thy  pity  displayed; 
And  still  did  this  eager  and  credulous  heart 
Weave  visions  of  promise   that  bloomed 
but  to  fade. 

5  I  thought  that  the  course  of  the  Pilgrim  to 

heaven 
Would  be  bright  as  the  summer  and  glad 

as  the  morn ; 
Thou  showed  me  the  path,  it  was  dark  and 

uneven, 
All  rugged  with  rock,  and  all  tangled  with 

thorn. 

6  I  dreamed  of  celestial  rewards  and  renown, 

I  grasped  at  the  triumph  that  blesses  the 

brave  ; 
I  asked  for  the  palm-branch,  the  robe  and  the 

crown  ; 
I  asked,  and  Thou  showedst  me  a  cross  and 

a  grave ! 

7  Subdued  and  instructed,  at  length  to  Thy  will 

My  hopes  and  my  wishes,  my  all  I  resign  ; 
Oh !  give  me  a  heart  that  can  wait  and  be  still, 
Nor  know  of  a  wish  or   a   pleasure   but 
Thine. 

8  There  are  mansions  exempted  from  sin  and 

from  woe, 
But  they  stand  in  a  region  by  mortals  un- 
trod, 
There  are  rivers  of  joy — but  they  roll  not  be- 
low ; 
There  is  rest — but  it  dwells  in  the  presence 
of  God. 

Grant 
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362     HYMNS  AND   DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 


395.  L.M. 

WAIT,  O  my  soul!  thy  Maker's  will ; 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still, 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise  ; 
His  ways  are  just,  His  counsel  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  His  work,  the  cause  conceals ; 
But  though  His  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  His  throne. 

3  In  heaven  and  earth,  and  air  and  seas, 
He  executes  His  firm  decrees  ; 

And  by  His  saints  it  stands  confessed, 
That  what  He  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Wait  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  His  awful  seat ; 
And  midst  the  terror  of  His  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

Beddome. 


396.  L.  M. 

CEASE  thou  from  man  ;  oh !  what  to  thee 
Can  thy  poor  fellow  mortals  be  ? 
Are  they  not  erring,  finite,  frail  ? 
What  can  their  utmost  aid  avail  ? 

2  Their  very  love  will  prove  a  snare ; 
Then  when  thy  heart  becomes  aware 
Of  its  own  danger,  it  will  bleed, 
For  leaning  on  a  broken  reed. 

3  Why  does  thy  bliss  so  much  depend 
On  earthly  relative  or  friend  ? 
There  is  a  Friend  who  changes  never, 
The  love  He  gives  He  gives  forever. 


AFFLICTION.  363 

4  He  hath  withdrawn  thee  now  apart, 
To  teach  these  lessons  to  thine  heart ; 
Has  darkened  all  thy  earthly  scene, 
That  thou  on  Him  alone  may'st  lean. 

5  His  precious  blood  that  balm  supplies, 
For  which  thy  "wounded  spirit  sighs  ; 
That  only  ined'cine  can  make  whole 
The  weary,  faint,  and  sin-sick  soul. 

6  Go  to  that  Friend,  poor  aching  heart ; 
He  knows  how  desolate  thou  art ; 
He  waits — He  longs  to  see  thee  blest, 
And  in  Himself  to  srive  thee  rest. 


397. 

WHEN  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God, 
In  trial's  fearful  hour  ; 
Bow  all  resigned  beneath  His  rod, 

And  bless  His  sparing  power, 
A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress — 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 

2  Oh  !  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 

Though  sorrows  fixed  me  there, 
Is  still  a  privilege  ;  and  sweet 

The  energies  of  prayer, 
Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  be, 
If  Christ  be  nigh  and  smile  on  me. 

3  Oh!  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave, 

Still  blessed  when  it  takes  : 
Blessed  be  He  who  smites  to  save, 

Who  heals  the  heart  He  breaks  ; 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  His  ways 
Whom  heaven  adores  and  earth  obeys. 

CONDJUS. 


364     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

393.  CM. 

OTHOU  whose  mercy  guides  my  way ! 
Though  now  it  seems  severe  ; 
Forbid  my  unbelief  to  say, 
There  is  no  mercy  here. 

2  Oh  !  grant  me  to  desire  the  pain 

That  comes  in  kindness  down ; 
More  than  the  world's  alluring  gain, 
Succeeded  by  a  frown.    * 

3  Then,  though  Thou  bow  my  spirit  low, 

Love  only  shall  I  see  : 
The  very  hand  that  strikes  the  blow, 
Was  wounded  once  for  me. 

Edmesj.on. 


399.  L.M. 

WITH  tearful  eyes  I  look  around — 
Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea  ; 
But  midst  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  whisper,  "  Come  to  me." 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest, 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee ; 
Oh !  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppressed, 

How  sweet  the  bidding,  "  Come  to  me." 

3  When  the-  poor  heart  with  anguish  learns 

That  earthly  props  resigned  must  be ; 
And  from  each  broken  cistern  turns, 
It  hears  the  accents, "  Come  to  me." 

4  When  against  sin  I  strive  in  vain, 

And  can  not  from  its  yoke  get  free, 
Sinking  beneath  the  heavy  chain, 

The  words  arrest  me,  "  Come  to  me." 


AFFLICTION.  365 

5  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die, 
Earth  is  no  resting  place  for  thee ; 
Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 
I  am  thy  portion,  u  Come  to  me." 

0.  O  voice  of  mercy !  voice  of  love  ! 
In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above. 
And  gently  whisper,  "  Come  to  me." 


4:00.  L.  M. 

T10ME,  O  Thou  universal  Good! 

V     Balm  of  the  wounded  conscience,  come  ! 

Haven  to  take  the  shipwrecked  in, 

My  everlasting  rest  from  sin  ! 

2  Come,  O  my  comfort  and  delight ! 

My  strength  and   health   and   shield  and 
sun, 
My  boast,  my  confidence  and  might, 
My  joy,  my  glory,  and  my  crown"! 

WbslIby 


401.  CM. 

WHY,  O  my  soul !  why  thus  depressed  ? 
And  why  this  anxious  care  ? 
Let  former  favors  fix  thy  trust, 
And  calm  the  rising  tear. 

2  When  darkness  and  when  dangers  rose, 
And  pressed  on  every  side, 
Did  not  the  Lord  thy  steps  attend, 
And  was  not  He  thy  guide  ? 


}m     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep, 

Where  wave  resounds  to  wave ; 
Though  o'er  my  head  the  billows  sweep, 
I  know  the  Lord  can  save. 

4  In  the  dark  watches  of  the  night, 

I'll  count  His  mercies  o'er ; 
I'll  praise  Him  for  ten  thousand  passed, 
And  ask  Him  still  for  more. 

5  Perhaps  before  the  morning  dawn, 

He']l  reinstate  my  peace  ; 
For  He  who  bids  the  tempest  roar, 
Can  bid  the  tempest  cease. 

6  Here  will  I  rest  and  build  my  hope, 

Nor  murmur  at  His  rod  ; 
He's  more  than  all  the  world  to  me, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 


4:02.  S.  M. 

COME  to  the  land  of  peace, 
From  shadows  come  away ; 
Where  all  the  sounds  of  weeping  cease, 
And  storms  no  more  have  sway. 

2  Fear  hath  no  dwelling  here  ; 

But  pure  repose  and  love 
Breathe  through  the  bright,  celestial  air, 
The  spirit  of  the  dove. 

3  Come  to  the  bright  and  blest, 

Gathered  from  every  land  ; 
For  here  thy  soul  shall  find  its  rest, 
Amidst  the  shining  band. 


AFFLICTION.  367 

In  this  divine  abode, 

Change  leaves  no  saddening  trace  ; 
Come,  trusting  spirit,  to  thy  God, 

Thy  holy  resting-place. 


403.  L.  M. 

MY  sufferings  all  to  Thee  are  known, 
Tempted  in  every  point  like  me  ; 
Regard  my  grief,  regard  Thine  own ; 
Jesus,  remember  Calvary! 


2  For  whom  didst  Thou  the  cross  endure  ? 
Who  nailed  Thy  body  to  the  tree  ? 
Did  not  Thy  death  my  life  procure  ? 
Oh  !  let  Thy  mercy  answer  me. 

8  Art  not  Thou  touched  with  human  ^voe  V 
Hath  pity  left  the  Son  of  Man  ? 
Dost  Thou  not  all  my  sorrow  know, 
And  claim  a  share  in  all  my  pain  ? 

4  Thou  wilt  not  break  a  bruised  reed, 

Or  quench  the  smallest  spark  of  grace ; 
Till  through  the  soul  Thy  power  is  spread, 
Thy  all-victorious  righteousness. 

5  The  day  of  small  and  feeble  things, 

I  know  Thou  never  wilt  despise  ; 
I  know,  with  healing  in  His  wings, 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  shall  rise. 

Wesley. 


368     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


4=04=.  ii.  2. 

OTHOXJ  great  Power  in  whom  I  move, 
To  whom  I  live,  for  whom  I  die  ; 
Behold  me  through  Thy  beams  of  love,' 

Whilst  on  this  couch  of  tears  I  lie. 
And  cleanse  my  sordid  soul  within, 
By  Thy  Christ's  blood,  the  bath  for  sin. 

2  No  hallowed  oils,  no  gums  I  need, 

No  rags  of  saints,  no  purging  fire ; 
One  sacred  drop  from  David's  Seed, 

An  ocean  is  to  quench  thine  ire. 
O  precious  ransom !  it  was  paid, 
Where  "  Consummatum  est "  was  said  ; 

3  And  said  by  Him  that  said  no  more, 

But  sealed  it  with  His  sacred  breath ; 
Thou  then  that  hast  struck  off  my  score, 

And  dying  wert  the  death  of  death, 
Be  to  me  now,  on  whom  I  call, 
My  life,  my  strength,  my  joy,  my  all. 


4r05.  C.  M, 

pHRIST  leads  me  through  no  darker  rooms 
\J     Than  He  went  through  before  ; 
He  that  into  God's  kingdom  comes, 
Must  enter  by  this  door. 

2  Come,  Lord,  when  grace  hath  made  me  meet 
Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ; 


AFFLICTION.  369 

For  if  Thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 
What  must  Thy  glory  be  ? 

3  Then  I  shall  end  my  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days, 
And  join  with  those  triumphant  saints 
That  sing  Jehovah's  praise. 

4  My  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small ;    . 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim  ; 
But  'tis  enough  that  Christ  knows  all, 
And  I  shall  be  with  Him  ! 

R.  Baxter, 


406.  C.  M. 


"  Fear  not,  for  I  am  with  thee.    In  the  name  of  the  Lord  is  strong 
confidence." 


E 


XCARNATE  God !  the  soul  that  knows 
Thy  name's  mysterious  power, 

Shall  dwell  in  undisturbed  repose, 
Nor  fear  the  trying  hour. 


2  Angels  unseen  attend  the  saints. 

And  bear  them  in  their  arms, 
To  cheer  the  spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  guard  their  life  from  harms. 

3  The  angel's  Lord  Himself  is  nigh, 

To  those  who  love  His  name, 
Ready  to  save  them  when  they  cry, 
And  put  their  foes  to  shame. 

4  Crosses  and  changes  are  their  lot, 

Long  as  they  sojourn  here  ; 
But  since  their  Saviour  changes  not, 
What  have  His  saints  to  fear  ? 
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370      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 


407.  IV.  4. 

*'  I  know  0  Lord  !  that  Thy  judgments  are  right,  that  Thou  in  faith- 
fulness hast  afflicted  mc.1' — Psalm  119  :  75. 

FOR  what  shall  I  praise  Thee,  my  God  and 
my  King  ? 
For  what  blessings  the  tribute  of  gratitude  • 
bring  ? 
,  Shall  •!  praise  Thee  for  pleasure,  for  health, 
and  for  ease, 
For  the  spring  of  delight,  and  the  sunshine 
of  peace  ? 

2  Shall  I  praise  Thee  for  flowers  that  bloomed 

on  my  breast, 

For  joys  in  perspective,  and  pleasures  pos- 
sessed ? 

For  the  spirits  that  heightened  my  days  of 
delight, 

And  the  slumbers  that  sat  on  my  pillow  by 
night  ? 

3  For   this   should   I   praise  !  but   if  only  for 

this, 
I  should  leave  half  untold  the  donation  of 

bliss ; 
I  thank  Thee  for  sickness,  for   sorrow,  for 

care, 
For  the  thorns  I  have  gathered,  the  anguish 

I  bear. 

4  For  nights  of  anxiety,  watchings,  and  tears, 
A  present  of  pain,  a  perspective  of  fears  ; 

I  praise  Thee,  I  bless  Thee,  my  King  and  my 

God, 
For  the  good  and  the  evil  Thy  hand  hath 

bestowed. 


AFFLICTION.  371 

5  The  flowers  were  sweet,  but  their  fragrance 
is  flown  ;  • 
They  yielded  no  fruits,  they  are  withered  and 

gone  ; 
The  thorn  it  was  poignant,  but  precious  to 

me — 
'Twas  the  message  of  mercy — it  led  me  to 
Thee. 

C.  Fry. 


408.  III.  2, 


M  God  is  our  refuge  and  strength,  a  very  present  help  in  trouble. " 
-Psalm  43 :  1. 


n  OD  of  pity !  God  of  love ! 

IT     Send  me  comfort  from  above  ; 
Let  not  anxious  thoughts  perplex, 
Harrowing  fears  my  spirit  vex  : 
Let  me  trust  Thee,  and  be  still, 
Waiting  patiently  Thy  will. 


2  Though  to  weak,  short-sighted  man, 
All  uncertain  seems  each  plan ; 
Each  event  Thy  will  ordains, 
Fixed  immutably  remains : 
Not  one  link  in  life's  long  chain 
Can  be  lost,  or  wrought  in  vain. 


All  that  chain,  through  by-gone  years, 
Woven  in  links  of  love  appears  ; 
Not  one  storm  of  vengeful  wrath 
E'er  has  swept  across  my  path : 
Why  should  fear  o'er  faith  prevail  ? 
Thy  sure  mercies  can  not  fail. 


372      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

4  What  are  distance,  time,  or  place, 
To  that  God  who  tills  all  space  ? 
What  are  sea  or  land  to  Him  ? 
Can  the  omniscient  eye  grow  dim  ? 
Those  we  love,  (what e'er  betide,) 
O'er  them  does  that  eye  preside. 

5  Clinging  to  that  strengthening  arm, 
Thou  wilt  keep  me  safe  from  harm  ; 
Thou  wilt  grant  the  hope  that  cheers, 
Wilt  prove  better  than  my  fears  : 
Bid  my  sad  misgivings  cease  ; 
Guide  me  to  my  home  in  peace. 


4-09. 


"Let  them  that  suffer  according  to  the  will  of  God,  commit  th 
keeping  of  their  souls  to  Hiin.' — 1  Pet.  4  :  19. 

OGOD  !  from  whom  my  spirit  came, 
Moulded  by  Thee,  this  mortal  frame 
Feels  health  or  sickness,  pain  or  ease, 
As  it  may  best  Thy  wisdom  please  : 
Make  me  submissive,  keep  me  still, 
"  Suffering  according  to  Thy  will." 

2  The  springs  of  life  are  in  Thy  hand, 
They  move,  they  stop,  at  Thy  command; 
Without  Thy  blessing  will  prove  vain 
All  human  skill,  to  ease  my  pain : 
Make  me  submissive,  keep  me  still, 

"  Suffering  according  to  Thy  will." 

3  I  am  a  sinner — shall  I  dare 

To  murmur  at  the  strokes  I  bear  ? 
Strokes  not  in  wrath,  but  mercy  sent, 
A  "wise  and  needful  chastisement : 
Make  me  submissive,  keep  me  still, 
"  Suffering  according  to  Tliv  will.*? 


AFFLICTION.  37s 

Saviour !  I  breathe  the  prayer  once  Thine, 
"  Father  !  Thy  will  be  done,  not  mine  !" 
One  only  blessing  would  I  claim  ; 
In  me  oh!  glorify  Thy  name  ! 
Make  me  submissive,  keep  me  still, 
"  Suffering  according  to  Thy  will." 


410.  L.M. 

"  Save  me,  0  God  !  for  the  water3  are  come  in  unto  my  soul."' — 
Psalm  69  :  l. 

p.  OD  of  mv  life,  to  Thee  I  call, 

I J    Afflicted  at  Thy  feet  I  fall, 
When  the  great  water-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint ! 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint  ? 
Where  but  with  Thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor. 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  Thee, 
And  Thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea  ? 
Does  not  the  word  still  fixed  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  Thy  face  in  vain  ? 

4  Poor  though  I  am,  despised,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not ; 
And  he  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 

For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 

Cowpee. 


4,11. 

"  When  my  spirit  wa9  overwhelmed  within  me,  then  Thou  knewest 
my  path."— Psalm  142  :  3. 

Y  God  !  whose  gracious  pity  I  may  claim, 
Calling  Thee  "  Father,"  sweet  endearing 
name  ! 


374      HYMNS  AND   DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

The  sufferings  of  this  weak  and  weary  frame, 
All,  ail  are  known  to  Thee. 

2  From  human  eyes  *tis  better  to  conceal 
Much  that  I  suffer,  much  I  hourly  feel ; 
But  oh!  this  thought  does  tranquillize  and  heal, 

All,  all  is  known  to  Thee. 

3  Each  secret  conflict  with  indwelling  sin  ; 
Each  sickening  fear,  "  I  ne'er  the  prize  shall 

wiii ;" 
Each  pang  from  irritation,  turmoil,  din, 
All,  all  are  known  to  Thee. 

4  When  in  the  morning  unrefreshed  I  wake, 
Or  in  the  night  but  little  rest  can  take  ; 
This  brief  appeal  submissively  I  make, 

"  All,  all  is  known  to  Thee !» 

5  Nay,  all  by  Thee  is  ordered,  chosen,  planned ; 
Each  drop  that  fills  my  daily  cup,  Thy  hand 
Prescribes  for  ills  none  else  can  understand, 

All,  all  is  known  to  Thee. 

6  The  effectual  means  to  cure  what  I  deplore, 
In  me  Thy  longed-for  likeness  to  restore, 
Self  to  dethrone,  never  to  govern  more, 

All,  all  are  known  to  Thee. 

7  And  this  continued  feebleness — this  state. 
Which  seems  to  unnerve  and  incapacitate, 
Will  work   the  cure  my  hopes  and  prayers 

await, 
That  cure  I  leave  to  Thee. 

8  Nor  will  the  bitter  draught  distasteful  prove, 
While  I  recall  the  Son  of  Thy  dear  love ; 
The  cup  Thou  would'st  not  for  our  sakes  re- 
move— 

That  cup  He  drank  for  me. 


AFFLICTION.  Sfr5 


412.  C.  M. 

"  They  that  know  Thy  name,  will  put  their  trust  in  Tbee."— Psalm 
0 :  10. 

OLOPJ)  !  my  best  desire  fulfill ! 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  Thy  will. 
And  make  Thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  "Why  should  I  shrink  at  Thy  command 
Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 


3  No,  rather  let  me  freely  yield 
What  most  I  prize  to  Thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 


4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through, 
Thou  art  engaged  to  grant ; 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 


5  Wisdom  and  Mercy  guide  my  way — 
Shall  I  resist  them'both  ? 
A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crushed  before  the  moth. 


6  But  ah  !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 
Still  bind  me  to  Thy  sway  ! 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  the  skies, 
Drives  all  thes€  thoughts  away. 

Cowpeu, 


376       HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


4rl3.  L.  M. 

"  Every  good  gift,  and  every  perfect  gift,  is  from  above,  and  com* 
eth  down  from  the  Father  of  lights,  with  whom  is  no  variabienesa 
neither  shadow  of  turning." — James  1 :  17 

W HEIST  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind, 
And  smiling  day  once  more  appears, 
Then,  my  Redeemer  !  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  Straight  I  upbraid  my  wandering  heart, 

And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 

Or  harbor  one  hard  thought  of  Thee. 

3  Oh  !  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught 

What  still  I  am  so  slow  to  learn ; 
That  God  is  love  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 


4  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ! 

Yet  when  my  faith  is  sharply  tried, 
I  find  myself  a  learner  yet, 

Unskillful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

5  But  O  my  Lord !  one  look  from  Thee 

Subdues  the  disobedient  will ; 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 
And  Thy  rebellious  worm  is  still. 

6  Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive, 

As  I  am  ready  to  repine  ; 
Thou,  therefore,  all  the  praise  receive, 
Be  shame  and  self-abhorrence  mine ! 

Cowper. 


AFFLICTION.  377 

4=14=.  L.  M. 

*'  I  am  poor  ani-needy.  ret  the  Lord  tainketh  upon  me.*8 — Psalm 

4"  :  17. 

\U HEX  pining  sickness  wastes  the  frame, 
)  f       Acute  disease  or  tiring  pain ; 
When  life  fast  spends  the  feeble  flame. 
And  all  the  help  of  man  proves  vain ; 

2  Joyless  and  dark  all  things  appear ; 

Languid  the  spirits,  weak  the  flesh ; 
Med'cines  nor  ease,  nor  cordials  cheer ; 
Xor  food  nor  balmy  sleep  refresh : 

3  Then,  then  to  have  recourse  to  God, 

To  pour  a  prayer  in  time  of  need, 
AncMeel  the  halm  of  Jesus'  blood, 
This  is  to  find  relief  indeed. 

4  And  this,  O  Christian !  is  thy  lot, 

Who  clearest  to  the  Lord  by  faith ; 
He'll  never  leave  thee  (doubt  it  not) 
In  pain,  in  sickness,  or  in  death. 

5  When  flesh  decays,  and.  heart  thus  fails, 

Thy  strength  and  portion  He  shall  be ; 
Shall  take  thy  weakness,  bear  thy  ails, 
And  softly  whisper,  "  Trust  in  me." 


415. 


FRIEXD  after  friend  departs — 
Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts, 
That  finds  not  here  an  end  ; 


,°/;8     HYMNS   AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

Were  tliis  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

2  Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Byond  this  vale  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath, 
ISTor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  to  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above, 

Where  parting  is  unknown ; 
A  whole  eternity  of  love, 

Formed  for  the  good  alone  ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here, 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines, 

To  pure  and  perfect  day ; 
Xor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night — 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  Kght. 

MONTGOMERY. 


4,16.  in.  a 

'  So  He  bringeth  them  to  their  desired  haven."  -Psalm  107  :  80. 


H 


ALF  a  wreck  by  tempest  driven, 

Yet  this  feeble  bark  survives, 
Dashed  against  the  rocks  and  riven, 

In  the  midst  of  death  it  lives  : 
See  it  pressed  on  every  side, 
See  it  still  the  storm  outride. 


AFFLICTION. 

2  Can  a  bark  like  mine  so  shattered, 

Ever  reach  yon  friendly  shore  ? 
Tempest-tossed  so  long,  and  battered, 

Can  it  stand  one  conflict  more  ? 
Should  another  storm  assail, 
Mast  and  planks,  and  all  must  fail. 

3  So  they  would,  but  One  that's  greater 

Than  the  storms  and  waves  is  here  ; 
He  it  is,  whose  name  is  sweeter 

Far  than  music  to  my  ear ; 
He  preserves  my  shattered  bark  ; 
He  makes  light  when  all  is  dark. 

4  Jesus  is  the  Lord,  who  hears  me, 

When  the  tempest  roars  around  ; 
He  it  is  whose  presence  cheers  me, 

When  I  hear  the  dreadful  sound ; 
Trusting  in  His  grace  and  power, 
ISTeed  I  fear  the  darkest  hour  ? 

5  What,  though  every  plank  is  starting, 

Waves  are  running  mountains  high, 
Thunders  roaring,  lightnings  darting, 

And  no  saving  hand  seems  nigh  ! 
Let  me  still  no  danger  fear, 
Jesus,  though  unseen,  is  near. 


A 


4=17.  -*-»• M* 

Under  Depression  of  Spirits. 
4  Acquaint  thyself  with  Him,  and  be  at  peace." — Job  22  ■  21. 

RT  thou  acquainted,  O  my  soul ! 

With  such  a  Saviour,  such  a  friend, 
Whose  power  can  ail  events  control, 

And  from  all  evils  can  defend  ? 


380      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

2  Why  art  thou  then  oppressed  Avith  fears  ? 

Knowledge  of  Him  should  give  thee  peace  ; 
Should  cheek  these  mournful  thoughts  and 
tears, 
And  bid  these  sad  misgivings  cease. 

3  Is  it  the  past  that  gives  thee  pain  ? 

Sins,  errors,  falls,  dost  thou  deplore  ? 
The  atoning  blood  pleads  not  in  vain  ; 
Thy  God  remembers  them  no  more. 

4  Do  present  troubles  vex  thy  mind  ? 

Sufferings  of  body,  mental  care :? 
In  God  a  refuge  thou  wilt  find, 

And  oh  !  what  sweet  relief  in  prayer. 

5  Dost  thou  the  unknown  future  dread, 

Sorrows  in  life,  or  death's  dark  vale  ? 
In  both  shall  light  around  be  shed ; 
Thy  God's  sure  promise  can  not  fail. 

6  Dost  thou,  with  dread  still  greater  shrink 

From  pain,  for  those  on  earth  most  dear  ? 
And  oft,  with  sickening  anguish,  think 
On  all  they  yet  may  suffer  here  ? 

1  O  faithless  unbelieving  heart ! 

So  slow  to  trust  that  tenderest  Friend  ; 
Who  then  will  needful  strength  impart, 
Who  loving  loves  unto  the  end. 

8  ISTo  longer  doubt,  nor  fear,  nor  grieve, 
jSTor  on  uncertain  evils  dwell ; 
•  Past,  present,  future,  calmly  leave 

To  Him  who  will  "  do  all  things  welk?' 


AFFLICTION".  3*1 

4ria  ii.  5. 

A  Look  upwards  in  Depression  of  Mind. 

WAKE   courage,  O  my  soul!   this  life  which 
X         seems 

To  thee,  while  suffering,  wearisomely  long, 
Would,  if  thy  faith  were  vigorous  and  strong, 
Full  oft  be  gladdened  by  celestial  gleams. 
On  that  fair  city,  where  the  sun's  bright  beams 
Are  needed  never,  and  the  white-robed  throng- 
Pour  forth  their  hallowed  ecstasies  in  song, 
To  gaze  with  steadier  vision  thee  beseems. 
On  wi  things  not  seen,"  tkou'rt  bid  to  fix  thine 

eye; 
To  feel  a  stranger  and  a  pilgrim  here  ; 
Of  small  account  life's  transient  griefs  appear, 
When  Faith  unfolds  heaven's  joys,  and  brings 

them  nigh ; 
Then  bright  and  blest  each  hour  of  Time  would 

be, 
Fraught  with  the  glories  of  Eternity. 


II.    IJNT  SICKNESS. 

419.  C.  M. 

JESUS,  and  didst  Thou  condescend, 
When  veiled  in  human  clay ; 
To  heal  the  sick,  the  lame,  the  blind, 
And  drive  disease  away  ? 

2  Didst  Thou  regard  the  beggar's  cry, 
And  give  the  blind  to  see  ? 
Jesus,  Thou  Son  of  David,  hear — 
Have  mercy  too  on  me. 


3s 2      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  And  didst  Thou  pity  mortal  woe, 

And  sight  and  health  restore  ? 
Then  pity  Lord  and  save  my  soul, 
Which  needs  Thy  mercy  more. 

4  Didst  Thou  regard  Thy  servant's  cry, 

When  sinking  in  the  wave  ? 
I  perish,  Lord — oh  !  save  my  soul, 
For  thou  alone  canst  save. 


Bradley. 


4=20.  III.  L 

/TENTLY,  gently  lay  Thy  rod 
VJ     On  my  sinful  head,  O  God  ! 

Stay  Thy  wrath,  in  mercy  stay, 

Lest  I  sink  beneath  its  sway. 

2  Heal  me,  for  my  flesh  is  weak, 
Hear  me,  for  Thy  grace  I  seek ; 
This  my  only  plea  I  make — 
Heal  me  for  Thy  mercy's  sake. 

3  Who,  within  the  silent  grave, 
Shall  proclaim  Thy  power  to  save  ? 
Lord  !  my  sinking  soul  reprieve  ; 
Speak,  and  I  shall  rise  and  live. 

4  Lo  !  He  comes — He  heeds  my  plea, 
Lo  !  He  comes — the  shadows  flee  ; 
Glory  round  me  dawns  once  more  ; 
Rise,  my  spirit,  and  adore. 

Lyte. 


o 


421.  III. 

H !  how  soft  that  bed  must  be, 

Made  in  sickness,  Lord,  by  Thee ; 
And  that  rest,  how  calm,  how  sweet, 
Where  <Tcsus  and  the  sufferer  meet. 


AFFLICTION.  363 

2  It  was  the  good  Physician  now, 
Soothed  thy  cheek  and  chafed  thy  brow, 
Whispering,  as  He  raised  thy  head — 

"  It  is  I,  be  not  afraid." 

3  God  of  glory,  God  of  grace, 

Hear  from  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place ; 

Hear  in  mercy  and  forgive, 
Bid  Thy  child  believe  and  live. 

4  Bless  me  and  I  shall  be  blest, 
Soothe  me  and  I  shall  have  rest ; 
Fix  my  heart,  my  hopes  above  ; 
Love  me,  Lord,  for  Thou  art  love. 


422.  L.  M. 

tk  I  thought  on  my  ways,  and  turned  my  feet  unto  Thy  testimonies." 
—Psalm  119  :  59. 

\TOT  willingly  dost  thou  afflict, 
ll      And  grieve  the  souls  Thy  hand  has  made  ; 
Xow,  called  by  suffering  to  reflect, 
O  God  !  I  seek  Thy  pitying  aid. 

2  I  feel  that  I  have  gone  astray, 

Have  left  the  path  Thy  word  commends  ; 
I  see  that  I  have  lost  my  way — 

But  still  that  word  sweet  comfort  lends. 

3  It  tells  me  if  I  seek  a  guide, 

That  guide  will  come  to  lead  me  back  ; 
It  tells  me  strength  shall  be  supplied, 

To  reach  once  more  the  heavenward  track. 

4  My  treacherous  heart  its  God  forgot. 

The  name  of  love  grew  cold  and  dim, 
But  yet  that  God,  forsaking  not, 

Xow  gives  me  time  to  think  of  Him. 


384      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

5  He  now  invites  me  to  return, 

He  deigns  to  teach  me  from  above  ; 
Lord,  all  Thou  teachest  I  would  learn, 
With  shame,  and  gratitude,  and  love. 


423.  II.  1. 

"  I,  the  Lord,  search  the  heart;  I  try  the  reins."— Jeb.  17  :  10. 

OGOD  !  what  am  I  in  Thy  sight  ? 
Thou,  only  Thou,  canst  read  aright 
The  characters  within ; 
No  fellow-mortal  has  their  clue — 
No  human  scrutiny  can  view 
The  ravages  of  sin. 

2  Till  Thy  light  shone  I  never  knew 
How  fearful  was  my  heart  to  view, 

Disordered,  false,  impure ; 
I  fondly  fancied  it  was  good, 
Nor  that  high  standard  understood, 

Whose  test  it  must  endure. 

3  It  once  seemed  sweet  man's  praise  to  hear ; 
Now,  it  falls  coldly  on  my  ear ; 

What  is  its  worth  for  me  ? 
Mistaken,  partial,  at  the  best, 
Is  all  the  approving  love  expressed ; 

None,  none  my  heart  can  see ! 

4  And  I  am  passing  swiftly  on 
To  that  tribunal  where  alone 

The  estimate  is  just; 
Where  into  judgment  God  will  bring 
Each  hidden  th ought,  each  secret  thing, 

And  lay  me  in  the  dust. 


AFFLICTION.  385 

5  Searcher  of  hearts  !  before  thine  eye, 
Though  all  my  sins  uncovered  lie, 

Sins  more  than  I  can  count ; 
Yet  one  pure  drop  of  precious  blood, 
Shed  by  the  atoning  Lamb  of  God, 

Cancels  their  whole  amount. 

6  On  me  that  blood  be  sprinkled  now ! 
Wash  me  and  make  me  white  as  snow, 

Thou  Lamb  for  sinners  slain ! 
That  blood  which  our  lost  world  redeemed, 
(A  ransom  adequate  esteemed,) 

Can  never  plead  in  vain. 


424..  HI.  4. 

"I  will  restore  health  unto  thee,  and  I  will  heal  thee,  saith  the 
Lord."— Jer.  30  :  17. 

TELL  me  of  that  great  Physician : 
Will  he  undertake  my  cure  ? 
Will  he  freely  grant  admission 
To  an  applicant  so  poor  ? 

None  but  Jesus 
Could  to  such,relief  insure. 

2  I  have  not  one  plea  to  proffer* 

Why  such  grace  I  should  partake — 
No  inducement  can  I  offer — 
No  requital  can  I  make ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Heals  for  His  9wn  mercy's  sake. 

3  Yet  I  know  that  He  has  granted 

Cures  to  thousands  such  as  I ; 

Given  them  freely  all  they  wanted, 

Without  money  let  them  buy : 

None  but  Jesus 
Every  want  could  thus  supply. 
17 


386      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4  Let  me  go  and  spread  before  Him 
All  my  symptoms — all  my  fears  ; 
Deeply,  gratefully  adore  Him, 

While  my  trembling  heart  he  cheers  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Wipes  away  the  sufferer's  tears. 


425. 

"  Behold,  I  stand  at  the  door  and  knock ;  if  any  man  hear  my 
voice  and  open  the  door,  I  will  come  in  to  him  and  will  sup  with  him, 
and  he  with  me."  — Rev.  8  :  20. 

BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door 
Who  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before ; 
Has  waited  long  ;  is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  O  gracious  attitude !  He  stands 
With  melting  heart,  and  laden  hands  ! 
O  matchless  kindness !  Lo  !  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  e'en  to  foes ! 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will,  tlie  very  Friend  you  need ; 
The  man  of  Nazareth,  'tis  He  ! 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  If  thou  art  poor,  (and  poor  thou  art,) 
Lo !  He  has  riches  to  impart ; 

Not  wealth  in  which  mean  avarice  rolls — 
Oh  !  better  far !  the  wealth  of  souls. 

5  Thou'rt  blind — He'll  take  the  scales  away, 
And  let  in  everlasting  day ; 

Torn  and  polluted  is  thy  dress ; 
He'll  robe  thee  in  His  righteousness. 


AFFLICTION.  387 

6  Art  thou  a  weeper  ?  grief  shall  fly, 
For  who  can  weep  with  Jesus  by  ? 
No  terror  shall  thy  soul  annoy  ; 
No  tear,  except  the  tear  of  joy. 

7  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-enslaving  tyrant,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

8  Admit  Him,  for  the  human  breast 
Ne'er  entertained  so  kind  a  guest. 
Admit  him,  and  you'll  ne'er  expel ; 
Where  Jesus  comes,  He  comes  to  dwell. 

9  Admit  Him  ere  His  anger  burn  ; 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  Him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
When  at  His  door  denied  you'll  stand. 

10  Yet  know — nor  of  the  terms  complain — 
Where  Jesus  comes,  He  comes  to  reign  ; 
To  reign,  and  with  no  partial  sway, 
Thoughts  must  be  slain  that  disobey. 

11  Sov'reign  of  souls !  Thou  Prince  of  peace ! 
Oh !  may  Thy  gentle  reign  increase  ! 
Throw  wide  the  door,  each  willing  mind, 
And  be  Thine  empire  all  mankind  ! 


426. 

Prayer  Jot  Faith. 
"  Clirist  shalt  give  thee  light."— Eph.  5  :  14. 

LORD  of  all  power  and  might ! 
Grant  me  that  inward  sight, 
Which  views  the  things  unseen  ; 


388      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 

All  earthly  objects  fade, 
My  life,  a  fleeting  shade, 
Ne'er  for  one  moment  staid, 

Will  soon  have  crossed  the  scene. 

2  Each  moment  it  moves  on, 
Still  hastening  to  be  gone, 

Till,  seen  on  earth  no  more, 
I  reach  that  unknown  state, 
Where  souls  Thy  sentence  wait, 
To  fix  their  lasting*  fate, 

And  hope  of  change  is  o'er. 

3  Now,  while  yet  there  is  time, 
While  earth's  brief  day  grows  dim-— 

Darkened  by  pain  and  woe ; 
Kindle  that  lamp  of  faith, 
Which  can  make  bright  my  path, 
E'en  through  the  vale  of  death, 

If  thither  now  I  go. 

4  Man  can  not  wake  the  spark 
In  my  soul's  chamber  dark — 

Nor  keep  the  flame  alive ; 
Kindling  Thyself  the  light, 
Deign  Thou  to  keep  it  bright, 
Till,  where  is  no  more  night, 

In  safety  I  arrive. 


4=0,7.  L.  M. 

"  There  is  forgiveness  with  Thee,  that  Thou  mayest  be  feared,"— 
E'salm  130 :  4. 

0LORD  my  God  !  in  mercy  turn — 
In  mercy,  hear  a  sinner  mourn ; 
To  Thee  I  call— to  Thee  I  cry— 
Oh  !  leave  me,  leave  me  not  to  die  ! 


AFFLICTION.  389 

2  O  pleasures  past !  what  are  ye  now, 
But  thorns  about  my  bleeding  brow  ? 
Spectres  that  hover  round  my  brain. 
And  aggravate  and  mock  my  pain ! 

3  For  pleasures  I  have  given  my  soul : 
Now,  justice,  let  Thy  thunders  roll ! 
Now,  vengeance, smite,  and  with  a  blow, 
Lay  the  rebellious  ingrate  low  ! 

4  Yet  Jesus,  Jesus !  there  I'll  cling, 

I'll  crouch  beneath  His  sheltering  wing  ; 
I'll  clasp  the  cross,  and  holding  there — 
Even  me,  O  bliss !  His  love  may  spare. 

H.  K.  White. 


i 


4=23.  II.  1. 

"  Hare  pity  on  me,  0  my  friends  :  for  the  hand  of  the  Lord  hath 
touched  me." — Job  19 :  21. 

LOOK  around  me,  all  is  sad, 
Faces  beloved  no  longer  glad — 
In  silence  o'er  me  bend ; 
They  see  me  wasting,  worn  with  pain, 
They  see  the  help  of  man  is  vain, 
To  God  their  prayers  ascend. 

Backward  I  look — through  by-gone  years, 
An  awful  register  appears, 

Of  debts  I  ne'er  can  pay  ; 
Duties  omitted,  time  misused, 
Talents  neglected  or  abused, 

Heart-sick  I  turn  away. 

I  look  within — appalling  sight ! 
There,  where  I  fancied  all  was  right, 

Throughout  confusion  reigns  : 
All  evil  passions  there  seem  pent ; 
Impatience,  pride,  dark  discontent, 

Which  God  Himself  arraigns.    * 


390     HYMNS  AND  DEYOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4  Forward  I  look — there,  dark  and  dread, 
Lies  the  lone  path  I  soon  must  tread ; 

Low  whispered  sounds  I  hear  ; 
"  The  second  death,  the  wrath  to  come," 
"The  judgment  seat,  the  eternal  doom," 

My  spirit  faints  with  fear. 

5  Still,  still  there's  hope — I  look  above, 
I  trace  the  record,  "  God  is  love," 

I  read  engraven  there — 
"  God  to  His  mercy  will  receive," 
"  All  who  in  Jesus  Christ  believe ; " 

This  saves  me  from  despair. 

6  O  Son  of  God !  to  Thee  I  look ; 
For  me  unseal  that  heavenly  book, 

Which  testifies  of  Thee  ; 
That  Spirit  may  I  now  receive, 
Who  teaches  sinners  to  believe — 

Blest  Spirit !  teach  Thou  me. 


r 


429.  L.  M. 

"  Commune  with  your  own  heart."— Psalm  4 :  4. 

T  matters  not,  when  fruit  appears, 

Whether  its  seed  were  sown  in  tears ; 
While  this  poor  frame  is  ill  at  ease, 
And  earthly  objects  cease  to  please, 
Now  may  the  power  of  faith  prevail, 
Unfolding  scenes  within  the  veil, 
Not  distant,  shadowy,  and  obscure ; 
But  near,  and  well  defined,  and  sure. 

2  A  nobler  life  dwells  deep  within 

Than  this  poor  frame's  defiled  with  sin  ; 
A  life  so  precious,  weal  or  woe 
Hangs*  solely  on  its  ebb  or  flow  ; 


AFFLICTION.  391 

E'en  while  the  body  wastes,  it  thrives ; 
E'en  while  the  body  dies,  it  lives ; 
Heavenward  it  tends,  from  heaven  bestowed, 
Its  source  is  "  hid  with  Christ  in  Go- 

If  these  dark  hours,  this  goffering  state, 

That  life  divine  invigorate  ; 

If  now  God's  Spirit  work  within, 

Increasing  faith,  subduing  sin, 

Time  thus  employed  is  gained,  not  lost, 

Though  selfish  hopes  and  scheme  ~-ed  ; 

My  plans,  my  wishes  I  resign  ; 

"  Father  !  Thy  will  be  done,  not  mine !" 

Oh !  if  as  yet  Thine  eye  in  me 
Has  vainly  sought  some  trace  to  see, 
Of  likeness  to  Thy  Son,  my  Lord — 
His  image  to  my  soul  restored, 
Now  make  these  hours  of  lonely  pain, 
A  means  that  likeness  to  attain, 
Since  even  He,  our  Lord,  our  Head, 
Was  here  by  suffering  perfected. 


430. 

M  I  have  redeemed  thee,  I  have  called  thee  by  thy  name  :  thou  ar 
name."— Isa.  43  :1. 

QAYIOUR  !  once  to  Thee  presented, 

U     At  Thy  footstool  I  was  laid  : 
In  life's  bloom,  my  heart  consented 
To  the  vows  my  sponsors  made  ; 
Thine  in  infancy  and  youth, 
Should  I  not  have  kept  Thy  truth  ? 

2  Thine  by  right,  as  try  Creator, 

Who  my  two-fold  life  bestowed. 
Saved  by  Thee,  my  Mediator, 

Ransomed  with  Thy  precious  blood  ; 
Thine  by  baptism's  solemn  vow, 
Shall  my  heart  forsake  Thee  now  ? 


392     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  No  !  not  far  then  shall  I  wander, 

Thou  hast  stricken  to  reclaim  ; 
O'er  the  guilty  past  I  ponder 

Overwhelmed  with  grief  and  shame; 
Still  that  Lord  whose  seal  I  wear, 
Pours  for  me  the  availing  prayer. 

4  Welcome  the  severest  token, 

That  God  u  lets  me  not  alone  ;" 
Though  His  covenant  I  have  broken, 

He  reclaims  me  as  His  own ; 
Saviour,  now  my  soul  restore, 
Bid  me  "  go  and  sin  no  more." 


4r31.  II.   1. 

11  And  Jacob  awaked  out  of  his  sleep,  and  he  said,  surely  the  Lord 
is  in  this  place  and  I  knew  it  not." — G-en.  23  :  16. 

AM  I  to  this  seclusion  brought, 
As  wandering  Jacob  first  was  taught 
In  solitude  and  woe, 
To  look  on  things  before  unseen, 
And,  in  the  stilly  night  serene, 
His" Father's  God  to  know? 

2  Alone  and  weary  as  he  laid, 

A  wond'rous  ladder  was  displayed, 
Reaching  from  earth  to  heaven ; 
Ascending  and  descending  there, 
Angels  (who  perhaps  made  him  their  care) 
To  his  charmed  sight  was  given. 

3  He  felt  that  God  was  in  that  place, 

He  learned  to  prize  and  seek  His  grace, 
And  there  before  Him  vowed— 

"  That  if,  through  all  his  future  track, 
He  thither  came,  in  safety  back, 
The  Loi*d  should  be  his  God." 


AFFLICTION.  398 

[  Like  him,  a  wanderer  I  have  been, 
And  waking,  in  this  lonely  scene, 

I  feel  that  God  is  here  ; 
While,  bright  with  supernatural  ray, 
Shines  forth  that  "  new  and  living  way" 

Which  brings  the  sinner  near. 

Apart  from  man,  in  this  still  hour, 

He,  who  might  crush  me  by  His  power, 

A  covenant  deigns  to  make  ; 
And  if,  supplying  all  my  need, 
He  to  the  end  my  steps  will  lead, 

Him  for  my  God  I  take. 

If  health  once  more  He  deign  to  give, 
Then  for  His  glory  may  I  live, 

May  all  to  Him  be  given  ! 
If  not,  while  angels  o'er  me  bend, 
Those  golden  steps  may  I  ascend, 

Which  lead  the  soul  to  heaven  ! 


432. 

M  He  openeth  their  ear  to  discipline."— Job  34  :  10. 

C1HAMBER  of  sickness  !  much  to  thee  I  owe, 
i         Though  dark  thou  be ; 
The  lessons  it  imports  me  most  to  know, 

I  owe  to  thee  ! 
A  sacred  seminary  thou  hast  been, 
I  trust,  to  train  me  for  a  happier  scene. 

2  Chamber  of  sickness  !  suffering  and  alone, 
My  friends  withdrawn, 
The  blessed  beams  of  heavenly  truth  have 
shone 
On  me,  forlorn, 
With  such  a  hallowed  vividness  and  power, 
As  ne'er  was  granted  to  a  brighter  hour. 
17* 


894     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  Chamber  of  sickness  !  midst  thy  silence,  oft 

A  voice  is  heard, 
Which,  though  it  fall  like  dew  on  flowers,  so 
soft, 

Yet  speaks  each  word 
Into  the  aching  heart's  unseen  recess, 
With  power  no  earthly  accents  could  possess. 

4  Chamber  of  sickness  !  in  that  bright  abode, 

Where  "  there  is  no  more  pain," 
If,  through  the  merits  of  my  Saviour  God, 

A  seat  I  gain, 
This  theme  shall  tune  my  golden  harp's  soft 

lays, 
That  in  thy  shelter  passed  my  earthly  days. 


III.    THE    BELIEVER    SUBMISSIVE  AND    RE- 
JOICING. 

433.  C.  M. 

OLORD !  I  put  my  trust  in  Thee, 
And  on  Thyself  depend ; 
To  Thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dried 

Thy  fullness  is  the  same ; 

May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 

And  glory  in  Thy  name. 

3  Why  should  a  soul  a  drop  bemoan, 

That  has  a  fountain  near ; 
A  fountain  that  must  ever  run, 
With  waters  sweet  and  clear  ? 

4  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  all  is  found  in  Thee  ; 
I  must  have  all  things  and  abound, 
Since  God  is  good  to  me. 


AFFLICTION.  39£ 

5  Oh  !  that  I  had  but  stronger  faith, 
To  look  within  the  veil ; 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith, 
Whose  word  can  never  fail. 


6  Now  Lord,  I  would  be  Thine  alone, 
And  wholly  live  to  Thee  ; 
But  worthless  still  myself  I  own — 
Thy  worth  is  all  my  plea. 


4=34,.  L,  M. 

rpHE  moment  comes,  the  only  one 
X      Of  all  my  time  to  be  foretold ; 
Though  when,  and  where,  and  how,  can  noue 
Of  ail  the  race  of  man  unfold. 


2  That  moment  comes,  when  strength  must  fail, 
When,  health  and  hope  and  comfort  flown, 
I  must  go  down  into  the  vale 

And  shade  of  death,  with  Thee  alone. 


3  Then,  when  the  unbodied  spirit  lands 

Where  flesh  and  blood  have  never  trod, 
And  in  the  unveiled  presence  stands 
Of  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 


4  Be  mine  eternal  portion  this, 

Since  Thou  wert  always  here  with  me, 
That  I  may  view  Thy  face  in  bliss, 
And  be  for  evermore  with  Thee. 

Montgomery 


396      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4=35.  L.  M. 

Psalm  130.— De  Profwndia. 

FROM  sin's  dark  depths,  my  God,  to  Thee 
I  pour  in  tears  my  faltering  prayer ; 
Oh  !  hear  my  cry  of  agony ; 

Oh !  save  me,  save  me  from  despair. 


2  For  if  Thy  justice  should  pursue 

Whate'er  of  guilt  Thine  eye  hath  known, 
Oh  !  who  could  stand  the  piercing  view, 
Or  stand  before  Thy  awful  throne  ? 


3  But  Thou  canst  burst  the  two-fold  chain, 
That  binds  me  still  to  sin  and  woe  ; 
And  Thou  canst  cleanse  the  earthly  stain, 
That  tells  my  fall  before  my  foe. 


4  Oh !  free  me,  cleanse  me,  bid  me  live ! 
And  bondage,  guilt,  and  death  remove  1 
And  while  I  tremble,  still  forgive ; 
For  Thou  art  mercy,  Thou  art  love. 


5  Then,  by  Thy  mency  reconciled, 
Boundless,  unmerited,  and  free, 
Saviour  !  receive  Thy  long-lost  child, 
His  life,  his  hope,  his  all  in  Thee. 


AFFLICTION.  397 


4=36.  C.  M. 

"TITHES  languor  and  disease  invade 
T  f       This  trembling  house  of  clay  ; 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  by  faith  abroad, 
And  long  to  fly  away  ; 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  His  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above ; 

3  Sweet  on  His  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end ; 
Sweet  on  His  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend  ; 

4  Sweet  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  His  firm  decrees  ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  His  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  His. 

5  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  share  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  Thee  ? 

TOPLABY. 


4=37.  II.  I. 

"  Who  shall  lay  any  thing  to  the  charge  of  God's  elect  ?  It  is  God 
that  justifieth,  who  is  he  thatcondemneth  ?  It  is  Christ  that  died,  yea, 
rather  that  is  risen  again,  who  is  even  at  the  right  hand  of  God,  who 
also  maketh  intercession  for  us."— Bom.  8  :  83,  34. 

FROM  whence  this  fear  and  unbelief? 
Hast  Thou,  O  Father,  put  to  grief 


398    HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

Thy  spotless  Son  for  me  ? 
And  will  the  righteous  Judge  of  men 
Condemn  me  for  that  debt  of  sin, 

Which,  Lord,  was  charged  on  Thee  ? 

2  Complete  atonement  thou  hast  made, 
And  to  the  utmost  farthing  paid 

Whatever  thy  people  owed  : 
How  then  can  wrath  on  me  take  place, 
If  sheltered  in  Thy  righteousness, 

And  sprinkled  with  Thy  blood  ? 

3  Turn,  then,  my  soul !  unto  thy  rest ; 
The  merits  of  thy  Great  High  Priest 

Speak  peace  and  liberty ; 
Trust  in  His  all-atoning  blood, 
Nor  fear  thy  banishment  from  God, 

Since  Jesus  died  for  thee ! 


438.  C.  M, 

THERE  is  a  fold  where  none  can  stray, 
And  pastures  ever  green, 
Where  sultry  sun,  or  stormy  day, 
Or  night,  is  never  seen. 

2  Far  up  the  everlasting  hills, 

In  God's  own  light  it  lies ; 
His  smile  its  vast  dimension  fills 
With  joy  that  never  dies. 

3  One  narrow  vale,  one  darksome  wave, 

Divides  that  land  from  this  ; 
I  have  a  Shepherd  pledged  to  save, 
And  bear  me  home  to  bliss. 


AFFLICTION.  399 

Soon  at  His  feet  my  soul  will  lie, 
In  life's  last  struggling  breath  ; 

But  I  shall  only  seem  to  die, 
I  shall  not  taste  of  death. 

Far  from  this  guilty  world,  to  be 
Exempt  from  toil  and  strife  ; 

To  spend  eternity  with  Thee, 
My  Saviour,  this  is  life  ! 

East. 


439.  HI.  I. 

"  And  the  angel  said  unto  them,  Fear  not :  for  behold!  I  bring  you 
glad  tidings  of  great  joy,  which  shall  be  to  all  people.  For  unto  you 
la  born  this  day,  in  the  city  of  David,  a  Saviour,  which  is  Christ  the 
Lord. n— Luke  2  :  10, 11. 

SWEETER  sounds  than  music  know- 
Charm  me  in  Immanuel's  name  ; 
All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 

To  His  birth,  and  cross,  and  shame. 

2  When  He  came  the  angels  sung, 

"  Glory  be  to  God  on  high  I" 
Lord,  unloose  my  stammering  tongue  ! 
Who  should  louder  sing  than  I  ? 

3  Did  the  Lord  a  man  become 

That  He  might  the  law  fulfill  ? 
Bleed  and  suffer  in  my  room  ? 

And  canst  thou,  my  tongue,  be  still  ? 

4  No  ;  I  must  my  praises  bring, 

Though  they  worthless  are,  and  weak ; 
For  should  I  refuse  to  sing, 

Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak. 

5  O  my  Saviour,  Shield,  and  Sun, 

Shepherd,  Brother,  Husband,  Friend, 
Every  precious  namd  in  one, 
I  will  love  Thee  without  end. 

Master. 


400     HYMNS  AND   DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

440.  L.  M. 

"  God  forbid  that  I  should  glory,  save  in  the  cross." — Gal.  6  :  14. 

WE  sing  the  praise  of  Him  who  died, 
Of  Him  who  died  upon  the  cross  : 
The  sinner's  hope  let  men  deride, 

For  this  we  count  the  world  but  loss. 

2  Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see, 

In  shining  letters,  "  God  is  love," 
He  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree — 
He  brings  us  mercy  from  above. 

3  The  cross,  it  takes  our  guilt  away : 

It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up; 
It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  day, 
And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup. 

4  It  makes  the  coward  spirit  brave, 

And  nerves  the  feeble  arm  for  fight ; 
It  takes  its  terror  from  the  grave, 

And  gilds  the  bed  of  death  with  light. 

5  The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  woe, 

The  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love  ; 
The  sinner's  refuge  here  below, 

The  angel's  theme  in  heaven  above. 


4:41.  HI.  5. 

"  Lord,  behold,  he  whom  Thou  lovest  is  sick." — John  11 :  3, 

SAVIOUR !  I  can  welcome  sickness 
If  these  words  be  said  of  me : 
Can  rejoice  'midst  pain  and  weakness, 
If  I  am  but  loved  by  Thee; 

Love  so  precious, 
Balm  for  every  wound  will  be. 


AFFLICTION.  401 

2  Thou,  who  wait  est  not  for  fitness 

In  the  souls  Thy  blood  has  saved, 
Let  Thy  Spirit  now  bear  witness, 
He  this  sentence  has  engraved — 

Love  so  precious, 
Gives  me  all  my  prayers  have  craved. 

3  Though  that  love  send  days  of  sadness 

In  a  life  so  brief  as  this, 
It  prepares  me  days  of  gladness, 

And  a  life  of  perfect  bliss. 

Love  so  precious, 
Bids  me  every  fear  dismiss. 

IV.    THE  BELIEVER  DYING. 

4=4=2.  III.  1. 

DEATHLESS  Spirit,  now  arise  ! 
Soar,  thou  native  of  the  skies ; 
Pearl  of  price,  by  Jesus  bought, 
To  His  glorious  likeness  wrought ; 
Go  to  shine  before  His  throne, 
Deck  His  mediatorial  crown  ; 
Go  His  triumphs  to  adorn  ; 
Made  for  God,  to  God  return. 

2  Lo !  He  beckons  from  on  high ! 
Fearless  to  His  presence  fly ; 
Thine  the  merit  of  His  blood, 
Thine  the  righteousness  of  God. 
Angels,  joyful  to  attend, 
Hov'ring  round  thy  pillow  bend  ; 
Wait  to  catch  the  signal  given, 
And  escort  thee  quick  to  heaven. 

3  Is  thy  earthly  house  distrest  ? 
Willing  to  retain  her  guest  ? 
-Tis  not  thou,  but  she,  must  die  ; 
Fly,  celestial  tenant,  fly  ; 


402      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

Burst  thy  shackles,  drop  thy  clay, 
Sweetly  breathe  thyself  away ; 
Singing,  to  thy  crown  remove, 
Swift  of  wing  and  fired  with  love. 

4  Shudder  not  to  pass  the  stream : 
Venture  all  thy  care  on  Him ; 
Him  whose  dying  love  and  power 
Stilled  its  tossing,  hushed  its  roar ; 
Safe  is  the  expanded  wave, 
Gentle  as  a  summer's  eve  ; 

Not  one  object  of  His  care  . 
Ever  suffered  shipwreck  there. 

5  See  the  haven  full  in  view ; 

Love  divine  shall  bear  thee  through  ; 

Trust  to  that  propitious  gale, 

Weigh  thy  anchor,  spread  thy  sail ; 

Saints  in  glory,  perfect  made, 

Wait  thy  passage  through  the  shade, 

Ardent  for  thy  coining  o'er  ; 

See,  they  throng  the  blissful  shore. 

6  Mount,  their  transports  to  improve ; 
Join  the  longing  choir  above  ; 
Swiftly  to  their  wish  be  given, 
Kindle  higher  joy  in  heaven. 

Such  the  prospects  that  arise 
To  the  dying  Christian's  eyes ! 
Such  the  glorious  vista  faith 
Opens  through  the  shades  of  death. 

Topl a dy . 

4=4,3.  III.  5. 

"When  Christ,  who  is  our  life,  shall  appear,  then  shall  ve  also  appear 
With  Him  in  glory."— Col.  3  :  4. 

JESUS'  life  of  grief  and  sorrow, 
All  his  suffering,  death,  and  pain, 
Prove  in  life  our  consolation 
And  in  death  our  joy  remain. 

Hallelujah! 
Christ's  our  life — hence  death  is  gain. 


AFFLICTION.  408 

2  On  His  precious  death  and  merit, 

All  our  hopes  are  safely  built ; 
We  rejoice  hi  His  salvation, 

Freed  from  sin's  condemning  guilt : 

Sing  His  triumphs ; 
Twas  for  us  His  blood  was  spilt. 

3  Jesus  yieldeth  up  His  spirit ; 

Lo  !  He  bows  His  head  and  dies  ! 
From  His  death  we  life  inherit ; 
Hence  our  happiness  takes  rise  : 

We  now  glory, 
Only  in  this  sacrifice. 

4  Jesus'  body  once  interred 

Sanctifies  His  people's  rest, 
And  the  place  which  keeps  their  bodies, 
Since  earth  lodged  that  heavenly  guest, 

-Now  is  hallowed ; 
We  lie  down  in  hope  most  blest. 

5  Our  Redeemer  rose  victorious  ; 

Oh!  what  joy  doth  this  afford! 
Lasting  bliss  awaits  us  yonder, 
Raised  to  glory,  like  our  Lord ! 

Blessed  Saviour ! 
Ever  be  by  us  adored  ! 

6  Conquering  Lord  !  to  heaven  ascended, 

To  prepare  for  us  a  place, 
Pleading  Thine  own  blood  and  merit ; 
Hence  our  faith  rests  on  Thy  grace : 

Then  in  glory, 
We  shall  see  Thee  face  to  face ! 

7  Jesus  !  at  Thy  blest  appearing, 

Freed  from  weakness,  grief,  and  pain, 
We,  restored  to  Thy  likeness, 
Then  shall  join  the  happy  train  : 

Make  us  ready, 
Lord  !  Thy  glory  to  obtain. 


404     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4=4=4=.  L.  LI. 

WHY  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  tini'rous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  to  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 
And  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh  !  would  my  Lord  His  servant  meet, 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste ; 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying-bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are  ; 
While  on  His  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

Watts. 


4=4=5.  X..  M, 

"  My  flesh  and  ray  heart  faileth,  but  Grocl  is  the  strength  of  my  heart 
and  my  portion  forever." — Psalm  73  :  26. 

O  flesh  and  nature  dread  to  die  ? 
And  tim'rous  thoughts  our  hearts  enslave  ? 
Yet  grace  can  raise  our  hopes  on  high, 
And  quell  the  terrors  of  the  grave. 


D 


2  What !  shall  we  run  to  gain  the  crown, 
Yet  grieve  to  think  the  goal  so  near ; 
Afraid  to  have  our  labors  done, 
And  finish  this  important  war  ? 


AFFLICTION.  4  05 

3  There  shall  we  see  Him  face  to  face  ; 

There  shall  we  know  as  we  are  known  : 
And  Jesus,  with  His  glorious  grace, 
Shines  in  full  light  amidst  the  throne. 

4  'Tis  best,  'tis  infinitely  best, 

To  go  where  tempters  can  not  come  : 
Where  saints  and  angels,  ever  blest, 
Dwell,  and  enjoy  their  heavenly  home. 

5  Oh  !  for  a  visit  from  my  Lord ! 

To  drive  my  fears  of  death  away, 
And  help  me  through  this  darksome  road, 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day. 


4=4=6.  C.  M. 

"  To  depart  and  be  Trith  Christ  is  far  better." — Phll.  1  :  23. 

OH  !  how"  I  long  to  reach  my  home, 
My  glorious  home  in  heaven  ! 
And  wish  the  joyful  hour  were  come, 
The  welcome  mandate  given  ! 

2  Oh !  how  I  long  to  lay  aside 

These  worn-out  weeds  of  clay  ; 
And,  led  by  my  celestial  guide, 
T'  explore  yon  azure  way ! 

3  Oh  !  how  I  long  to  be  with  Christ, 

Where  all  His  glory  beams  ! 
To  be  from  this  dark  world  dismissed, 
Which  His  dear  name  blasphemes ! 

4  Oh  !  how  I  long  that  world  to  hail, 

Where  sin  can  ne'er  defile  ! 
Where  not  a  cloud  shall  ever  veil 
From  me  mv  Saviour's  smile  ! 


406     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

5  Oh  !  how  I  long  to  join  the  choir, 
Who  worship  at  His  feet! 
Lord,  grant  me  soon  my  heart's  desire! 
Soon,  soon,  Thy  work  complete ! 


i 


44,7.  L.  M. 

"  I  know  that  my  Eedeemer  liveth."— Job  19  :  25. 

KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives  : 

(This  thought  transporting  pleasure  gives,) 
And  standing,  at  the  latter  day, 
On  earth,  His  glories  shall  display. 


2  And  though  this  weak  and  mortal  frame 
Sink  to  the  dust  from  whence  it  came — 
Though  buried  in  the  silent  tomb, 

And  worms  my  skin  and  flesh  consume ; 

3  Yet  on  that  happy  rising  morn, 
ISTew  life  this  body  shall  adorn  ; 
These  active  powers  refined  shall  be, 
And  God,  my  Saviour,  I  shall  see. 

4  Though  mouldering  in  its  bed  of  clay, 
My  mortal  form  to  dust  decay, 

Yet,  for  myself,  these  wandering  eyes 
God  shall  behold,  with  glad  surprise. 


4:4=8.  L.  M 

"  Thanks  be  to  God  who  giveth  us  the  victory,  through  our  Lord 
Jesu3  Christ." — 1  Cob.  15  :  55. 


I 


STOOD  beside  the  dark  death-bed, 

My  arm  sustained  the  sufferer's  head  ; 
That  sinking  head  and  glazing  eye, 
Proclaimed  the  King  of  terrors  nigh. 


AFFLICTION. 

Yet,  tyrant !  in  that  final  hour, 
Thou  still  shalt  own  a  mightier  power  ; 
I  named  the  name  of  Christ,  and  lo ! 
It  checked  thy  hand  and  staid  the  blow. 


3  O  name,  to  every  Christian  clear 
But  sweetest  to  the  dying  ear ! 

That  sound,  when  other  sounds  were  vain, 
Upraised  the  sinking  head  again. 

4  The  glazing  eye,  so  dull  that  e'en 
Our  streaming  tears  fell  all  unseen — 
Caught  at  the  word  a  parting  ray, 
Earnest  of  heaven's  approaching  day. 

5  A  smile  of  speechless  joy  that  told, 
Relumed  those  features  pale  and  cold ; 
Rallied  that  tongue,  its  powers  once  more- 
Re-echoed  "  Christ" — and  all  was  o'er ! 


4=4=9.  III.  2. 

JESUS,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
Christ,  my  trust,  is  dead  no  more, 
In  the  strength  this  knowledge  gives, 

Shall  not  all  my  fears  be  o'er  ; 
Calm,  though  death's  long  night  be  fraught 
Still  with  many  an  anxious  thought  ? 

2  Jesus,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 
.  And  His  life  I  once  shall  see  ; 
Bright  the  hope  this  promise  gives, 

Where  He  is  I  too  shall  be. 
Shall  I  fear  then  ?     Can  the  head 
Rise  and  leave  the  members  dead  ? 


408     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

3  Close  to  Him  my  soul  is  bound, 

In  the  bonds  of  Hope  enclasped  ; 
Faith's  strong  hand  this  hold  hath  found, 

And  the  rock  hath  firmly  grasped. 
Death  shall  ne'er  my  soul  remove 
From  her  refuge  in  Thy  love. 

4  I  shall  see  Him  with  these  eyes, 

Him  whom  I  shall  surely  know ; 
Not  another  shall  I  rise, 

With  His  love  this  heart  shall  glow ; 
Only  there  shall  disappear 
Weakness  in  and  round  me  here. 

5  Ye  who  suffer,  sigh,  and  moan, 

Fresh  and  glorious  there  shaH  reign ; 
Earthly  here  the  seed  is  sown, 

Heavenly  it  shall  rise  again, 
Natural  here  the  death  we  die, 
Spiritual  our  life  on  high. 

6  Body,  be  thou  of  good  cheer, 

In  thy  Saviour's  care  rejoice, 
Give  not  place  to  gloom  and  fear, 

Dead,  thou  yet  shalt  know  His  voice, 
When  the  final  trump  is  heard, 
And  the  deaf  cold  grave  is  stirred. 

Lye.  Ger. 


450.  in.  2. 

FAREWELL,  O  ye  much-loved  friends ! 
Grief  hath  smote  you  as  a  sword, 
But  the  Comforter  descends 

Unto  them  who  love  the  Lord. 
Weep  not  o'er  a  passing  show, 
To  th'  eternal  world  I  go. 


AFFLICTION.  409 

2  Weep  not  that  I  take  niy  leave 

Of  the  world ;  that  I  exchange 
Errors  that  too  closely  cleave, 

Shadows,  empty  ghosts  that  range 
Through  this  world  of  naught  and  night, 
For  a  land  of  truth  and  light. 

3  Weep  not,  dearest  to  my  heart, 

For  I  find  my  Saviour  near, 
And  I  know  that  I  have  part 

In  the  pains  He  suffered  here, 
When  He  shed  His  sacred  blood 
For  the  whole  world's  highest  good. 

4  Weep  not,  my  Redeemer  lives  ; 

Heavenward  springing  from  the  dust 
Clear-eyed  Hope,  her  comfort  gives ; 

Faith,  Heaven's  champion,  bids  us  trust, 
Love  eternal  whispers  nigh, 
"  Child  of  God,  fear  not  to  die  !» 

Lyb.  GE2. 


451.  IL  2- 

IT/' HEX  the  last  agony  draws  nigh, 
T  ?       My  spirit  sinks  in  bitter  fear  : 

Courage  !  I  conquer  though  I  die, 

For  Christ  with  Death  once  wrestled:  here. 

Thy  strife,  O  Christ !  with  Death's  dark  power 

Upholds  me  in  this  fearful  hour. 

2  In  faith  I  hide  myself  in  Thee, 
I  shall  not  perish  in  the  strife  ; 
I  share  Thy  war,  Thy  victory, 

And  death  is  swallowed  up  in  life. 
Thy  strife,  O  Christ !  with  death  of  yore 
Hath  conquered,  and  I  fear  no  more. 

Lye 


410     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY 


4,52.  L.  M. 

"  Having  a  desire  to  depart  and  to  be  with  Christ,  which  is  far  bet- 
ter."—Phil.  1 :  23. 

LET  me  be  with  Thee,  where  Thou  art, 
My  Saviour,  my  eternal  rest ! 
Then  only  will  this  longing  heart 
Be  fully  and  forever  blest. 

2  Let  me  be  with  Thee,  where  Thou  art, 

Thy  unveiled  glory  to  behold; 
Then  only  will  this  wandering  heart 
Cease  to  be  faithless,  treacherous,  cold, 

3  Let  me  be  with  Thee,  where  Thou  art, 

Where  spotless  saints  Thy  name  adore ; 
Then  only  will  this  sinful  heart 
Be  evil  and  defiled  no  more. 

4  Let  me  be  with  Thee,  where  Thou  art ! 

Where  none  can  die — where  none  remove : 
Where  life  nor  death  my  soul  can  part 
From  Thy  blest  presence,  and  Thy  love. 


4.53. 

OKD  Jesus  Christ,  true  man  and  God, 
J     Who  borest  anguish,  scorn,  the  rod, 
And  diedst  at  last  upon  the  tree 
To  bring  Thy  Father's  grace  to  me  ; 
I  pray  Thee  through  that  bitter  woe, 
Let  me,  a  sinner,  mercy  know. 


AFFLICTION  41 1 

2  When  comes  the  hour  of  failing  breath, 
And  I  must  -wrestle,  Lord,  with  death ; 
When  from  my  sight  all  fades  away 
And  when  my  tongue  no  more  can  say, 
And  when  mine  ears  no  more  can  hear, 
And  when  my  heart  is  racked  with  fear  ; 

3  When  all  my  mind  is  darkened  o'er, 
And  human  help  can  do  no  more  ; 

Then  come,  Lord  Jesus,  come  with  speed, 
And  help  me  in  my  hour  of  need ; 
Lead  me  from  this  dark  vale  beneath, 
And  shorten  then  the  pangs  of  death. 

Lye.  Gep. 

4:54=. 

0  PRINCE  of  life!  I  know 
That  when  I  too  lie  low, 
Thou  wilt  at  last  my  soul  from  death  awaken ; 
Wherefore  I  will  not  shrink 
From  the  grave's  awful  brink  ; 
The  heart  that  cruses  in  Thee  shall  ne'er  he 
shake::, 

2  To  me  the  darksome  tomb 
Is  but  a  narrow  room, 

Where  I  may  rest  in  peace  from  sorrow  free. 
Thy  death  shall  give  me  power 
To  cry  in  that  dark  hour 

O  death!  O  grave  !  where  is  your  victory  ? 

3  The  grave  can  naught  destroy, 
Only  the  flesh  can  die, 

And  e'en  the  body  triumphs  o'er  decay : 
Clothed  by  Thy  wond'rous  might, 
In  robes  of  dazzling  light, 

This  flesh  shall  burst  the  grave  at  that  last 
Day. 


412    HYMNS  AND   DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

4  My  Jesus,  day  by  day, 

Help  me  to  watch  and  pray,   . 
Beside  the  tomb  where  in  my  heart  Thou'rt 
laid. 
Thy  bitter  death  shall  be 
My  constant  memory, 
My  guide  at  last  into  Death's  awful  shade. 

Lye.  Gm 


V.    WHEH  THE  SPIEiT  HAS  FliBD. 

4:55.  c.  H. 

"YTOT  for  the  pious  dead  we  weep, 
ii      Their  sorrows  now  are  o'er  ; 
The  sea  is  calm,  the  tempest  past, 
On  that  eternal  shore. 

2  Their  peace  is  sealed,  their  rest  is  sure, 

Within  that  better  home  ; 
Awhile  Y/e  weep  and  linger  here, 
Then  follow  to  the  tomb. 

3  Oh!  might  some  dream  of  visioned  bliss, 

Some  trance  of  rapture,  show 
Where  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  from  human  woe. 

£  Jesus  !  our  shadowy  path  illume, 
And  teach  the  chastened  mind 
To  welcome  all  that's  left  of  good, 
To  all  that's  lost  resigned. 

Baebauld 


^-i~P  J  V  J- 


%.    )W  rests  her  soul  in  Jesus'  arms, 
U      Her  body  in  the  grave  sleeps  well, 
.  [is  heart  her  death-chilled  heart  re-warms, 
And  rest  more  deep  than  tongue  can  tell — 


AFFLICTION.  418 

Her  few  brief  hours  of  conflict  passed — 

She  finds  with  Christ,  her  friend,  at  last ; 

She  bathes  in  tranquil  seas  of  peace, 
God  wipes  away  her  tears,  she  feels 
New  life  that  all  her  languor  heals, 

The  glory  of  the  Lamb  she  sees. 

She  hath  escaped  all  danger  now, 
Her  pain  and  sighing  all  are  fled  ; 

The  crown  of  joy  is  on  her  brow, 
Eternal  glories  o'er  her  shed. 

In  golden  robes,  a  queen,  a  bride, 

She  standeth  at  her  Sovereign's  side ; 

She  sees  His  face  unveiled  and  bright, 
With  joy  and  love  He  greets  her  soul. 
She  feels  herself  made  inly  whole, 

A  lesser  light  amid  His  light. 

The  child  hath  now  its  Father  seen, 

And  feels  what  kindling  love  may  be, 
And  knoweth  what  those  words  may  mean, 

"  Himself,  the  Father,  loveth  thee." 
A  shoreless  ocean,  an  abyss 

ithomed,  filled  with  good  and  bliss, 
breaks  on  her  enraptured  sight ; 
She  sees  God's  face,  she  learneth  there, 
What  this  shall  be,  to  be  His  heir, 

.h  Christ  her  Lord  in  light. 

The  body  rests,  its  labors  over, 

And  sleeps  till  Christ  shall  bid  it  wake  ; 
The  dust  that  earth  and  darkness  cover, 

Then  as  a  sun  its  tomb  shall  break. 
Ah  !  with  what  joy  it  rises  then 
To  meet  the  perfect  soul  again ! 
Redeemed  from  death,  no  more  to  sever. 

At  that  great  marriage-fesfst  shall  they 

With  all  the  saints  their  homage  pay, 
And  worship  there  the  Lamb  forever. 

Lyr.  Gep. 


414     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL   POETRY. 


4:57.  G.  M 

THEN  I  have  conquered;  then  at  last 
My  course  is  run :  good  night ! 
I  am  well  pleased  that  it  is  past. 

A  thousand  times,  good  night  ! 
But  ye,  dear  friends,  whom  I  must  leave, 

Look  not  thus  anxiously ; 
Why  should  ye  thus  lament  and  grieve  ? 
It  standeth  well  with  me. 

2  Farewell,  O  anguish,  pain,  and  fear, 

Farewell,  farewell,  forever ! 
It  glads  my  heart  to  leave  you  here, 

Redeemed  from  you  forever ! 
Henceforth  a  life  of  joy  I  share, 

In  my  Creator's  hand ; 
None  of  the  griefs  can  touch  me  there, 

That  haunt  this  lower  land. 

3  Who  yet  o'er  earth  in  time  must  roam, 

^  Not  yet  from  error  free, 
Scarce  lisp  the  language  of  our  home, 

The  glad  eternity. 
Far  better  is  a  happy  death, 

Than  worldly  life,  I  trow  ; 
The  weakness  once  I  sank  beneath, 

I  never  more  shall  know. 

4  Farewell,  thou  dear,  dear  soul,  farewell ! 

To  those  sweet  pleasures  go, 
That  we  who  mourning  here  must  dwell, 

Not  yet,  alas !  can  know. 
Ah  !  when  shall  that  great  day  be  come, 

When  th^se  things  fade  away, 
And  Thou  shalt  bid  us  welcome  home  ? 

Would  God  it  were  to-day  ! 

Lyr.  Gktl 


AFFLICTION.  415 


4r58.  II.  2. 

LIE  down  in  peace  to  take  thy  rest, 
Dear  cherished  form,  no  longer  mine  ; 
But  bearing  in  thy  clay-cold  breast 
*  A  hidden  germ  of  hie  divine, 
Which,  when  th5  eternal  spring  shall  bloom, 
Will  burst  the  shackles  of  the  tomb. 

2  Lie  down  in  peace  to  take  thy  rest, 

Unbroken  will  thy  slumbers  be ; 
Satan  can  now  no  more  molest 

And  death  has  done  his  worst  on  thee. 
.     Lie  down  thy  hallowed  sleep  to  take, 
Till  clothed  in  glory  thou  shait  wake. 

3  Lie  down  in  peace  to  take  thy  rest, 

We  can  no  longer  watch  thy  bed ; 
But  glorious  angels,  spirits  blest, 

Shall  guard  thee  day  and  night  instead. 
And  when  thine  eyes  unclosed  shall  be, 
Christ  in  His  glory  thou  shalt  see. 

4  Lie  down  in  peace  to  take  thy  reet  ; 

My  eyes  must  weep,  my  heart  must  mourn  ; 
But  to  thy  soul  with  Jesus  blest, 

For  comfort  and  for  hope  I  turn. 
Thou  wilt  not  mark  these  tears  that  flow; 
Sorrows  can  never  reach  thee  now. 

5  Lie  down  in  peace  -to  take  thy  rest, 

Let  me  betake  myself  to  prayer, 
Binding  faith's  corslet  on  my  heart, 

Lest  Satan  find  an  entrance  there. 
God  gave — though  now  His  gift  He  claim., 
Still  blessed  be  His  holy  name. 

B  kRTON. 


416      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETKY. 


4,59. 

OUR  beloved  have  departed, 
While  we  tarry,  broken-hearted, 
In  the  dreary,  empty  house  ; 
They  have  ended  life's  brief  story, 
They  have  reached  the  home  of  glory, 
Over  death  victorious ! 

2  Hush  that  sobbing,  weep  more  lightly  ; 
On  we  travel,  daily,  nightly, 

To  the  rest  that  they  have  found  ; 
Are  we  not  upon  the  river, 
Sailing  fast  to  meet,  for  ever, 

On  more  holy,  happy  ground  ? 

3  Whilst  with  bitter  tears  we're  mourning, 
Thoughts  to  buried  loves  returning, 

Time  is  hasting  us  along  : 
Downward  to  the  grave's  dark  dwelling, 
Upward  to  the  fountain  swelling 

With  eternal  life  and  song ! 

4  On  we  haste,  to  home  invited, 
There  with  friends  to  be  united 

In  a  surer  bond  than  here  ; 
Meeting  soon,  and  meet  for  ever ! 
Glorious  hopes  forsake  us  never, 

For  Thy  glimmering  light  is  dear. 

5  Ah  !  the  way  is  shining  clearer, 
As  we  journey,  ever  nearer, 

To  the  everlasting  home  ; 
Friends,  who  there  await  our  landing, 
Comrades,  round  the  throne  now  standing, 

We  salute  you,  and  we  come. 

German, 


AFFLICTION.  417 


460.  EDLli 

rpHERE  in  peace  his  dust  is  laid, 

X     Jesus  watches  o'er  his  bed  ; 
There  in  certain  hope  to  lie 
Till  the  trumpet  shakes  the  sky. 

2  One  more  safe  ;  the  race  is  run  ! 
Bright  and  brighter  was  the  sun, 
Till  the  shining  noon-day  glowed 
O'er  the  pilgrim's  heavenward  road. 

3  Yet  a  few  more  changing  days, 
Winter's  cold,  and  sun's  blight  rays ; 
Yet  a  few  more  flowers  to  dress 
Earth's  prolific  wilderness ! 

4  Then  round  the  believer's  tomb 

Light  from  heaven  shall  cheer  the  gloom, 
While  the  prison-house  shall  shake ; 
First  the  dead  in  Christ  shall  wake, 

5  Glorious  hour !  though  sons  of  men 
Know  not  how  and  know  not  when, 
Lord! 'tis  Thine  to  choose  the  day, 
Theirs  to  watch,  and  wait,  and  pray. 

18* 


DOXOLOGIES.  419 


DOXOLOGIES. 


CLASS  L 


C.  M. 


TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


If.  M- 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven  adore 
Be  glory,  as  it  was  of  old, 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


S.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  5twas,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so 
To  all  eternit  v . 


420     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 

CLASS  II. 

II.  1. 

mo  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

X     The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host 

And  saints  on  earth  adore ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

II.  2. 

rilO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

i     The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant  host. 

And  suffering  saints  on  earth  adore, 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last  * 

When  time  itself  shall  be  no  more. 

II.  3. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  glory  in  the  highest  given, 
By  all  in  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

II.  4. 

TO  God  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  ever  blessed, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 
All  worship  be  addressed, 
As  heretofore 
It  was,  is  now. 
And  shall  be  so 
For  evermore. 


DOXOLOGIES.  421 


CI.  5. 


rpO  God  the  Father,  and  to  God  the  Son, 
1     To  God  the  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  praise  from  all  on  earth  and  ail  in  heaven, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  ever  shall  be  given. 


ETERNAL  praise  be  given, 
And  songs  of  highest  worth, 
By  all  the  hosts  of  heaven, 

And  all  the  saints  on  earth, 
To  God,  supreme  confessed, 

To  Christ,  His  only  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  blessed, 
rnai  Three  in  One. 

II.  7. 

rjlO  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  blessed, 
X  Supreme  o5er  earth  and  heaven, 
Eternal  Three  in  one  confessed, 

Be  highest  glory  given, 
As  was  through  acres  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

By  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 

II.  S, 

BY  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven 
Be  everlasting  glory  given, 
To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit ;  equal  Three 
In  undivided  Unity, 

Ere  time  had  yet  its  course  begun  : 
As  was,  and  is,  be  highest  praise, 
As  still  shall  be  through  endless  days. 


422     HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


CLASS    III. 


III.  1. 

HOLT  Father,  holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Glory,  as  of  old,  to  Thee, 
Now,  and  evermore  shall  be ! 


III.  2. 

PRAISE  the  Name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  Him  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  Him  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ; 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 


III.  3. 

PRAISE  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 
As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 


III.  4. 

TO  the  Father,  throned  in  heaven, 
To  the  Saviour,  Christ,  His  Son, 
To  the  Spirit,  praise  be  given, 

Everlasting  Three  in  One  : 
As  of  old,  the  Trinity 
Still  is  worshipped,  still  shall  be. 


DOXOLOGIES.  423 


III.  5. 


GREAT  Jehovah  !  we  adore  Thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  : 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 


CLASS    IV. 

IV.  1. 

BY  angels  in  heaven 
Of  every  degree, 
And  saints  upon  earth, 

All  praise  be  addressed ; 
To  God  in  Three  Persons, 

One  God  ever  blessed, 
As  it  has  been,  now  is, 
And  ever  shall  be 

IV.  2. 

ALL  praises  to  the  Father,  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  thrice  holy  and  blessed, 
Th'  eternal,  supreme  Three  in  One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  addressed. 


IV.  3. 

ALL  praise  to  the  Father,  all  praise  to  the  Son, 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  thrice  blessed, 
The  holy,  eternal,  supreme  Three  -in  One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  addressed. 


424      HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  POETRY. 


IV.  4. 

0  FATHER  Almighty,  to  Thee  be  addressed, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God  ever 
blessed, 
All  glory  and  worship  from  earth  and   from 

heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given. 


IV.  5. 

ALL  glory  and  praise  to  the  Father  be  given, 
The  Son,  and  the  Spirit,  from  earth  and  from 
heaven ; 
As  was  and  is  now,  be  supreme  .adoration, 
And  ever  shall  be,  to  the  God  of  salvation. 


COME,  let  us  adore  Him ;  come,  bow  at  His 
feet; 
Oh !  give  Him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet ; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skies. 


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